DJ Khaled Welcome To My Hood (Remix) lyrics

I'm for real about this shit, this the remix
(Welcome to my hood)
Let's go, remix, remix, remix
(Where ya hood at, where ya hood at, where ya hood at)

Welcome to my hood
Everybody know everybody and if I got it, everybody got it, ugh
Welcome to my hood
Look at all these old school Chevys, 24′s so you know we roll heavy
(YMCMB)

Welcome to my hood
Where they gettin' fly like a G6 and everybody know this is the remix
Welcome to my hood
Them boys will put you down on yo knees
(Woop, woop)
That's the sound of the police in my hood

Everybody on the corner with the work
Slangin' and bangin' in front of that liquor store
Blowin' money 'cause I live life fast
With this bottle full of yak, I'ma sip it slow
Singles double when triple Beams take over
Now holla 'cause they Impalas got extreme makeovers

Couches covered in plastic, babies all in the street
Now wear the wrong color, catch a Rodney King beat down
Kids hit with switches, mamas is quotin' scriptures
While Ludas gettin' head, more gums than baby pictures

Cock my 40 Glock and my partna just bought a replica
Now Asians sayin' they don't keep no cash in they register
(Hurry up and buy)
We run from red and blue lights to get the green
But whoever got that white is winnin' like Charlie Sheen

Teddy Pain, Teddy Pain, Birdman, Birdman
Mixed shots, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, bang
Man, we the best never the less, you know we get it hot
Fire, flame, flame, fire, fire, flame

Put me on the track and I'ma really let a muthafucka feel it
When I do it, how I do it, what I do
If a nigga really wanna test, come and test
You can bet that I'ma eat 'em all day, fuck food

850 what I represent, Tallahome Florida president
Me and DJ Khaled got these haters lookin' hesitant
So keep all of that wackness out my ear
(Phew, phew)
That's the sound of your career in my hood

I hope you niggas got your ringside seats
'Cause it's whoop ass season

Comin' to a hood near you
Everybody know what happen when you see me comin'
(Blacka)
I be hurdlin' and gotcha reguritatin' and murderin' everything
Gun shots, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah

Y'all know what it is I'm comin' to get it and others are blockin'
I'm runnin' the hood and nothin' can top it
You can google it and you can search it
On how a nigga come and unlock it, impossible to stop it

More fire, thunder, pain, I go and heed the villain
He's adrenaline poppin', need a medical situation
Because the way I'm fuckin' everything until I'm peepin' it

Why you tryna do what you already know that I'm the king with it?
And you don't wanna come behind me with it, bro
Ugh, I killed this shit, I ain't gotta rhyme no more

Welcome to my hood where poor members of faculty backin' me
If you ever try attackin' me, that could be when I eat 'em
Especially when I beat 'em
When they see a bunch of killas and hustlas on the side of me

I'm an anomoly to 'em
Put 'em on crutches, we'll sock ya lip
Such as the one that's kickin' our brothas
Much as I smoke the duchess and model chicks that cut us
And muthafuckas that love us, their enemies wanna touch us

I'ma spit a flow as if it was a sin, then the gangstas are restin'
Forever, see a solid 4, then I'ma put it on the fin
Then you know to never test, it'll be a category F5
Handle military with automatic weapon so let's ride
Love to the honeys and everybody that runnin' the north
And they whole city from the Westside

Welcome to the gully whe we nuh tek bad up
Big spliff inna mi hand and Hennessy inna mi cup
Yuh see the gal dem wi ve up
Is like sum angel abducted dem fat and grad

Up yuh a here mi when yuh pass the gate
Written at the entrance, violate A, straight death sentence
To live, yuh must be great to be a snake, no repentance
We coming at yuh with vengeance

Never slippin', I'm ballin', Puff keep on callin'

I don't see none of you pussies, fuck that shit you be talkin'
Rep Miami the ghettos, every hood and the projects
(Dade County)
And when I drop off my singles, I'm droppin' one of my targets

Lord, forgive me for my sins, I gave you hits
I gave you All I Do Is Win, I live this shit
And we the best, it's no pretend
I touch a million, throwin' hundreds in this bitch

Real, real nigga numba 1, hustle fly with my son
I come from uptown, G5 tommy gun
Red flag every day, hundred mil ready to spray
Swagged out nigga, Bugatti with the paper plate

Blowin' on some good nigga, feelin' good nigga
Stunna Island, Me and Khaled on the wood, nigga
You understand? Shinin' like I know we should
Birdman, YMCMB, we good nigga

Ace Hood in this bitch hoe, kickin' down in yo front door
Knock, knock, you hear the glock cock and that thing pop on the 44
Posted up in that same block, I'm in the drop top with that bank roll
Young nigga, I'm out here, can't name a place that I can't go

Ridin' 'round with 'bout 50 grand
And they wonder what did they save for
Middle finger them feds and that's why I pledge a part of my G code
And fuck them prosecutors, hustla count a sewer
It's we the best forever, make sure you spread the rumor, bitch

Good coke, hard ride stashes in the body shop
Only way to break them bricks down is karate chops
Niggas gettin' left right in front of the mobile precinct
Leave 'em like them Jordans, red dot leakin'

I'm 15 when I first startin' coppin' pies
You 46, just turnin' blood, stop at 5
It's like the only way to make it is supplyin' things
Hoop dreams dunkin' over cars, let the choir sing

It's that black raw, black dawg
Pullin' up on that black home
Compton, that's my backyard
That's where I used to get them sacks off

But now I got platinum plaques in the back of the back
And I'm back with Dre again, Aftermath
We the best, Me and Khaled, Dre and Em

Detox, RED, that's back to the back
Step in the club with my hat to the back
Nigga, I'm so hood even though I'm livin' good
Niggas still in VIP strapped with a gat

Drop a couple stacks then it back to the trap
Couple hoes in the back, red wheels on the Lac
Red rum, if you try it, niggas, throw it up now

They knockin' packs off, they lettin' gats off
Medicate, benefit cards, scratch offs
Savin' every dime, tryna choke a quarter
And they ain't sellin' crack, they sellin' coke and water

Smokin' or ya snortin', they coppin' all the Jordans
Nothin's more important, steal 'em if you can't afford 'em
I'm gettin' to the money, I need another comma
Some of 'em love the drama, more than they love they mama

Welcome to the land of the trill
Where everybody walkin' with they hand on they steel
And a model is a supply and demand any will
You went outta line with the wrong man then get killed

When ya damned if you will, damned if you won't
Lotta dudes sayin' that they can but they don't
Lotta boys sayin' that they G's and they ain't
Mess around, get laid down in the paint

Better do what you say, say what you do
For I come around ya hood, broad day with the crew
They got them fists, AR's, AK's and them twos
And they will gladiate all day, what it do

R.I.P. to the trillest that did it
To my G's on lockdown that quit it
Stick with it, think I'm a stop reppin' PAT, forget it

Welcome to Clayton county, my house got surrounded
Enemies tryna drown me but my hood still around me
Rookie of the year, no freshman cover
Shawty 16 years old with 4 baby fathers

First rapper ever to jump off the stage on BET
And since Pac go to Hollywood to keep it street
First rule to put T watches on the TV
Everyday it's a party on Grove street

We the best forever
June 28th, it's gon' be a hot summa