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letra de welcome to my hood (remix) - dj khaled

[intro: dj khaled & t-pain]
i’m for real about this sh-t (oh-oh!)
this the remix
(welcome to my hood, hee)
let’s go, remix, remix, remix
(where ya hood at) remix!
(where ya hood at) remix!
(where ya hood at) remix!

[chorus: t-pain, dj khaled, & ludacris]
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
24s, so you know we roll heavy (y, m, c, m, b!)
welcome to my hood, where they gettin’ fly like a g6
and everybody know this is the remix
miami-dade county, 305
welcome to my hood, them boys will put you down on yo knees
we the best music
(woop, woop!) that’s the sound of the police in my hood
you playin’ wit em! luda!

[verse 1: ludacris]
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 yak, i’ma sip this slow (oh!)
singles double when triple beams take over
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 getting head, more gums than baby pictures (woo!)
c-ck 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 that green
but whoever got that white is winning like charlie sheen! woo

[verse 2: t-pain]
hey! teddy pain (teddy pain) bad man (bad man)
mix 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’m a really let a m-th-f-cka feel it
when i do it, how i do it, what i do (do)
if a n-gga really wanna test, come and test
you can bet that i’ma eat ’em all day (f-ck food!)
850 what i represent, tallahome florida president
me and dj khaled got these haters lookin’ hesitant (yeah)
so keep all that wackness out my ear
(pew, pew) that’s the sound of your career in my hood

[verse 3: busta rhymes]
i hope you n-ggas got your ringside seats
’cause it’s whoop-ss season
comin’ to a hood near you!
everybody know what happen when you see me comin’ (back up!)
i be hurdling and gotcha reguritating
and murdering everything, gunshots!
bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah
y’all know what it is, i’m coming to get it
and others are blocking
i’m runnin’ the hood and nothin’ can top it
you can google it and you can search it (d-mn!)
on how a n-gga 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 f-ckin’ 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 k!lled this sh-t i ain’t gotta rhyme no more

[verse 4: twista]
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 k!llas and hustlas on the side of me
i’m an anomaly to ’em, put ’em on crutches
we’ll sock ya lip first for you touch us
he one that’s kickin’ our brothas
much as i smoke the d-ch-ss and model chicks that cut us
and m-th-f-ckas that love us, their enemies wanna touch us
i’m a 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 (yeah)
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 (wan’, today)

[verse 5: mavado]
welcome to the gully where we not take bad up
big spliff in my hand and hennessy in my cup
you see the gal them we have up is like some angel adopt
them fat and grab up, y’all hear me, haha
you p-ss the gate written at the entrance violate
a straight death sentence to live you must be great
to be a snake know repentance
we coming at you with vengeance

[verse 6: dj khaled]
never slippin’, i’m ballin’, puff keep on callin’
i don’t see none of you p-ssies, f-ck that sh-t 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, i gave you hits
i gave you “all i do is win”, i live this sh-t
and, we the best, it’s no pretend
i touch a million, throwin’ hundreds in this b-tch

[verse 7: birdman]
real, real n-gga 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 n-gga, bugatti with the paper plate
blowin’ on some good n-gga, feelin’ good n-gga
stunna island, me and khaled on the wood n-gga
you understand, shinin’ like i know we should
birdman ymcmb, we good n-gga

[verse 8: ace hood]
broward!
ace hood in this b-tch ho, kickin’ down in yo front door
knock knock, you hear the glock c-ck and that thing pop on the 4 4
posted up in that same block, i’m in the drop-top with that bankroll
young n-gga, i’m out here, can’t name a place i can’t go
ridin’ round with my 50 grand and they wonder what do that safe hold
middle finga them feds and that’s why i pledge a part of my g code
and f-ck them prosecutors, hustla connoisseur
it’s we the best forever, make sure you spread the rumor b-tch

[verse 9: fat joe]
good c0ke, hard ride stashes in the body shop
only way to break them bricks down is karate chops
n-ggas gettin’ left right in front of the marble precinct
leave ’em like them jordans, red dot leakin’
i’m 15 when i first startin’ 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

[verse 10: game]
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 ‘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
n-gga i’m so hood even though i’m livin’ good
n-ggas 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 n-ggas (westside) throw it up now

[verse 11: jadakiss]
they knockin’ packs off, they lettin’ gats off
medicate, benefit cards scratch off’s
savin’ every dime, tryna choke a quarter
and they ain’t sellin’ crack, they sellin’ c0ke 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

[verse 12: bun b]
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 k!lled
when ya d-mned if you will and d-mned 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, and 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
stick with it, think i’ma stop reppin’ pat, forget it

[verse 13: waka flocka flame]
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 mothers
first rapper ever to jump off the stage on bet
and, since pac go to hollywood to keep it street
first woo to put t. rodgers on the tv
everyday is a party on grove street

[outro: dj khaled – talking]
“we the best forever”, june 28th. it’s gon’ be a hot summer

- dj khaled

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