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letra de welcome 2 da hood pt 2 - g-loveee

[intro]
grrt, baow
it’s a movie, viral, baow, yeah
we gon’ pop out, we gon’ go to the hood
you see a n-gga, you shoot a n-gga
watch out for the cameras, watch out of the police
and don’t tell n0body what you do, when you do it, finish what you’re doin’, grrt

[verse]
he ’bout to make us catch another case
you don’t wanna be in no jailhouse
you don’t wanna be with no jakes
watch what i do, listen what i say
copy my moves, follow my pace
gotta take notes what’s around you, so you never make mistakes
my fault, g’, i’m new to this place
yeah, huh, yeah
broad day, shootout with the opps (boom)
n-ggas die, can’t make this up (d-mn, d-mn)
we hop out on n-ggas blocks (what? what?)
we in the hood better hide yo cover
they lookin for anybody
the block is hot (hot)
but we ain’t stoppin’ ’til we catch a body
yeah, i got opps (opps)
gon’ be the one to start it, ain’t gon’ stop it
see, i got demons in my body (demons)
skeletons all in my closet (uh-huh)
had to gang bang, ain’t have no options (uh-huh)
’til i made it out the projects (d-mn, d-mn)
beat them odds and wasn’t even tryin’ to (i wasn’t even tryin’)
ain’t finna beef about no b-tch, dawg, she mine too (i know she mine)
i keep my distance like covid (yeah)
i got the world on my shoulders (d-mn)
just wish my family was closer (d-mn, d-mn, d-mn)
all the secrets, he told ’em
he gave a statement, he wrote it (what? huh? huh?)
i give advice and they quote it
i beat that body, i’m goated
my bag so big, i can’t blow it
i run the city, they know it (yeah)
i keep a glock but don’t show it
it hide so good, you won’t know it (uh, uh)

[chorus]
baby, welcome to the hood
if you with us, you good
yeah, sitchy, huh, woo’d up
backpack’s full of rulers
yeah, i got a white shooter, huh
and, no, i ain’t shootin’ no schools up
yeah, i feel like the drill tutor
wait, can i do a hit on a scooter? (baow, grrah)
baby, welcome to the hood
if you with us, you good
yeah, sitchy, huh, woo’d up
backpack’s full of rulers
yeah, i got a white shooter, huh
and, no, i ain’t shootin’ no schools up
yeah, i feel like the drill tutor
wait, can i do a hit on a scooter? (baow, grrah)

[outro]
after that drill, you come home, you eat that meal
throw that gun away, take the gloves off
so don’t bring ’em back to home, n-gga
and don’t tell n0body we went on a drill, n-gga
and don’t tell n0body who taught you how to go on a drill, n-gga
grraow

- g loveee

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