Welcome To Tha Hood Lyrics

Welcome To Tha Hood lyrics

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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