Welcome to My Hood [Remix]

I'm for real about this shit
This the remix (welcome to my hood)
Let's go (Where the hood at?)
Remix (where the hood at?)
Remix (where the hood at?)
Remix

Welcome to my hood
Everybody know everybody
And if I got it, everybody got it, uh
Welcome to my hood
Look at all these old school Chevy's
24's so you know we roll heavy, uh (YMCMB)
Welcome to my hood
Where they get fly like a G6
And everybody know this is the remix
Welcome to my hood (Miami Dade County)
Them boys will put you down on your knees (305)
Woop, woop (We The Best Music, stop playin' with 'em)
That's the sound of the police in my hood (Luda!)

Everybody on the corner with the work
Slangin' and bangin' in front of that liquor store (oh)
Blowin' money 'cause I live life fast
With this bottle full of 'gnac, I'm a sip this slow (oh)
Singles double when triple beams takeover
Now holla 'cause these Impalas got extreme makeovers (woo)
Couches covered in plastic, babies all in the street now
Wear the wrong color, catch a Rodney King beatdown
Kids hit with switches, mamas is quotin' scriptures
While Luda's gettin' head, more gums than baby pictures (woo)
Cocked 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

Hey, Teddy Pain, bad man
Lick shots (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, bang)
Man we the best never the less
You know we get it hot, fire, flame (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'm eat 'em all day (fuck food)
850 what I represent ('sent)
Talla-home Florida President ('dent)
Me and DJ Khaled got these haters lookin' hesitant, yeah (ow)
So keep all of that wackness out my hear
(Pew, pew) that's the sound of your career in my hood

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

Coming to a hood near you
Everybody know what happen when you see me comin' (back up)
I be hurdlin' and got ya regurgitatin' and murderin' everything
Gun shot (bah bah bah bah bah bah bah bah)
Y'all know what it is
I'm comin' to get it, ain't nothin' can block it
I'm runnin' the hood, nigga, nothin' can top it
And you can Google it or you can search it (woo)
How a nigga come and unlock it, impossible for you to stop it (damn)
(More fire, done di place) now go and heed the villain
You're like "he's injured" and probably need a medical situation
Because the way I'm fuckin' everything up 'til the people dead
Why you tryna do it? You already know that I'm the King with it
And you don't wanna come behind me with it, bro (huh)
I killed this shit, I ain't gotta rhyme no more

Welcome to my hood
Welcome to my hood where board members and 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 anomaly to 'em
Put 'em on crutches, with succulent verses such as the one that's kicking up ruckus
Munch as I smoke a Dutchess, and model bitches that cut us
And motherfuckas that love us, and enemies wanna touch us
I'm a spit a flow as if it was a sin (what?)
Then the gangstas are blessing them forever (ahh)
See a silent four, put it on the fin (what?)
Then you know to never test him, it'll be a category F5 (ay)
Handle military with automatic weapons, so let's ride (ahh)
Love to the Hundreds, and everybody that runnin' them north
And the whole city, and I'm from the westside (w'appen to dem?)

Welcome to di Gully where we no take bad up
Big spliff inna mi hand and Hennessey inna mi cup
You see the gyaldem we have up it's like some angels abduct
Them fat and grab up, y'ah hear me?
When you pass the gate, written at the entrance
"Violate, straight death sentence"
To live, you must be great, to be a snake, no repentance
We comin' at you with vengeance (welcome to my hood)

Never slippin', I'm ballin'
Puff keep on callin'
I don't see none of you pussies (I ain't tryna hear that shit)
Fuck that shit you be talkin'
Rep Miami, the ghettos (Dade County)
Every hood and the projects
And when I drop off my singles
I'm droppin' one of my targets
Lord forgive me for my sins (God, forgive me)
I gave you hits, I gave you "All I Do Is Win" (I won't stop)
I live this shit and We The Best, it's no pretend (I'm for real about this)
I'm touchin' millions, throwin' hundreds in this bitch
(Uptown, swagged up, let's get it)

Real nigga, number one (yeah)
Hustle fly with my son (Junior)
Come from Uptown (believe that)
G5 Tommy gun (Tommy gun)
Red flag every day, hundred mil' ready to spray (ready to spray)
Swagged out nigga, Bugatti with the paper plates
Blowin' on some good nigga (on some good, nigga)
Feelin' good nigga (feelin' good, nigga)
Stunna Island, me and Khaled on the wood nigga (on the wood, nigga)
You understand? Shinin' like I know we should (like I know we should)
Birdman, YMCMB, we good, nigga (Broward!)

Ace Hood in this bitch, ho
Kickin' down in your front door
Knock knock, you hear the Glock cock
And that thing pop on that .44 (brrah)
Posted on it, 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 fifty grand
And they wonder what did that safe hold
Middle finger them Feds
And that's what I pledge a part of my G Code
Man, fuck them prosecutors, hustla connoisseur
It's We The Best forever
Make sure you spread the rumor, bitch (welcome to my hood)

Good coke, hard rock stashed 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 fifteen when I first started coppin' pies
You 46 just turnin' blood? Stop it, 5
It's like the only way to make it is supplyin' things
Hoop dreams, dunkin' over cars, let the choir sing (welcome to my hood)

Yo, it's that black raw, black dawg
Pullin' up on that black hog
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 'bach
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's back to the trap
Couple hoes in the back, red wheels on the 'Lac
Red rum, if you try it
Nigga, it's Westside, throw it up now (welcome to my hood)

They knockin' packs off (off)
They lettin' gats off (off)
Medicaid benefit cards, scratch offs (mh)
Savin' every dime (yeah)
Tryna choke a quarter
And they ain't sellin' crack (nah)
They sellin' coke and water (woo)
Smokin' or ya snortin' (ah), they coppin' all the Jordans (yeah)
Nothing's more important, steal 'em if you can't afford 'em (yup)
I'm gettin' to the money (money)
I need another comma
Some of 'em love the drama (yeah)
More than they love they mama (welcome to my hood) (yeah)

Welcome to the land of the trill
Where everybody walkin' with they hand on the steel
And the model is a supply and demand, and at will
You get outta line with the wrong man and get killed
When ya damned if you will, damned if you won't
Lotta dudes sayin' that they can but they don't
And a lotta boys sayin' that they G's but they ain't
Mess around, get laid down in the paint
Better do what you say, say what you do
'Fore I come around ya hood, broad day with the crew
They got FN's, AR's and K's with 'em, too
And they will gladiate all day, what it do (what it do)
RIP to the trillest that did it
To my G's on lockdown, acquitted
Think I'm a stop reppin' PAT? Forget it (Riverdale!)

Waka Flocka, Wacka Flocka

Welcome to Clayton County, my house got surrounded (uh, uh, uh, uh)
The industry tryna drown me but my hood still around me (Riverdale)
Rookie of the year, no freshman cover (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shawty sixteen years old, with 4 baby mothas
First rapper ever to jump off the stage on BET (uh-huh)
And since Pac go to Hollywood and keep it street (uh)
First Woo to put T. Rodgers on TV
Every day it's a party on Grove street

We The Best Forever
June 28th
It's gon' be a hot summer