Welcome To The Hood Lyrics

Welcome To The Hood lyrics

Welcome to the Hood Lyrics



Hood Hop Album



J-KWON



Lyrics by Pat Wright











A nig girl mutha fucka in dis bitch do the wop.



Dis the new improved hood hop



A nig girl mutha fucka in this bitch do the wop







I aint 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



Bitch 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 dun like me



I aint gonna do the right thing I ain't Spike Lee



Lopside 9 in ur ice tea, choke em while I sex em like Ike T.



St. Louis aint ridin, that aint likely



I roll with some real fellas that on strike three



Snatch ya ass up if you strike me



You aint happy with that coward, then bite me







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Now do you gotta gun? Welcome to the hood



Do you gotta pocket full of crack? Welcome to the hood



Lost your money shooting caps? Welcome to the hood



Have you ever been car-jacked? Welcome to the hood







Now do you gotta gun? Welcome to the hood



Do you gotta pocket full of crack? Welcome to the hood



Lost your money shooting caps? Welcome to the hood



Have you ever been car-jacked? Welcome to the hood







Uncle Tars said the Gang 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 aint easy



You used to pop big poppa work



Now my diamonds big and blue like Papa Smurf



And rude I'll pop a jerk



Had my homie ride his brothers now his pockets hurt







Like Jay I did it my way



I didn’t get it here from freestylin Friday



Kwon dun care if and or talk child ways



I got work up and down king’s Highway



Plus you bring the hood to the rap gangs



Wanna bet, Some like the crap gangs



Rings these gangs better have my exact change



B’Fore I run in the boy and clap thangs







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Third gifted so I represent



In the white city



You look like a peppermint



Shake your frame



Its whats on peppermint



Cops cant spray dudes face with peppermint







Man cuz I put the ern on em



Every start, put the whole 9 on em



Every spark, now the dirt land on em



Who's my bad found out it was laying on em







Got a flat, Needa car-jack



Betta yet, needa strap that’s the car jack



Crack Boyz where the stores at



Have you gotten to the track like ?? cats



Now I never leave my hood dirty



If I fell, then the money got my hood dirty



Even when I get this brick thirty



I’mma be in the hood with this brick thirty







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