J-Kwon - Welcome To Tha Hood lyrics

rate me

I make every mufucker in this bitch do tha wop, it's the new improved hood hop

I make every mufucker in this bitch do tha wop, it's the new improved hood hop

I ain't tryin to change hip-hop

Put money aside and make your hip-hop

Not dirty right always flip-flop, DING!

More flip cot, dirty pick rocks

G.I. just lean on em

This bitch her get scared and swing on em

Problem too big, put the team on em

They still running up, put the beam on em

I don't give a damn if you don't like me,

I ain't goin do tha right thing, I ain't Spike Lee

Cyonide in ya Ice tea (Drink this), choke em while I sex em like Ike T.

St Louis ain't ridin, that aint likely,

I roll with real fellas that one strike three

Snatch ya ass up if strike me,

You ain't happy wit that, coward bite me!

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Now do you got a gun? Welcome to the hood

Got a pocket full of crack? Welcome to the hood

Lost your money shootin' craps? Welcome to da hood

Have you eva been car-jacked? Welcome to da hood

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Uncle Tars said the Game needs me

So I keep the red bling to make the aim easy

You put me on gang the baby train weazy

An' all he told me dude pimpin ain't easy

You used pop big poppa work

Now my diamonds big and blue like Papa Smurf (The little guy)

Had my homie ride his brothers now his pockets hurt

(Lemme get that)

Like Jay I did it my way

I didn't get it here from freestyle Friday

Kwon don't care if and or talk sideways

I got worked up and down King's Highway

Plus dude bring tha hood to tha rap game

Wanna bet, some like a crap game

Rings these gangs betta have my exact change

B'Fore I run in the boy and clap thangs

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Third district who I represent

In the white city

You look like a peppermint

Shake your frame

It's whats on peppermint

Cops can't spray dudes face with peppermint

Mad cuz I put the iron on em

Heavy starch, Put the whole nine on em

Heavy spark, now tha dirt land on em

Oops, my bad found out it was layin on em

Got a flat, Needa car-jack

Betta yet needa strap that's the car-jack

Track Boyz where the stars at

have you gotten to the track like star cats

Now I'd never leave my hood dirty

If i fell, then the money leave my hood dirty

Even when I get this brick thirty

I'mma be in tha hood wit this brick dirty

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