Welcome To Tha Hood

J-kwon

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    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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    [Chorus]
    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
    [Repeat]

    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

    [Chorus]

    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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    Composición: Morgan Robinson y Joe Kent

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