K-pop Lyrics

Welcome to my hood
(Where the hood at)
(Where the hood at)
Welcome to my hood
Everybody know everybody
And if I got it everybody got it

Welcome to my hood
Look at all these old school Chevys
24s so you know we roll heavy

Welcome to my hood
They outside playing hopscotch
And every know this is the hot spot

Welcome to my hood
Them boys will put you
down on your knees
(Woop, woop) Thats
the sound of the police
In my hood

Audemar on my wrist
Diamond, look like they glowing
50 stacks, all singles
I make it look like its snowing
Black unmarked cars
gotta peep how they playin
Treat em like jack boys
catch em slippin then slay em
Lord forgive me for my sins
thats my confessions
if they put me in this benz
I got possession of
a federal offence
Im talking pressure
in my criminal intent
So wear ya vests and
Im still gon stunt
Like it aint no tomorrow
fuck ya house note nigga
Blow that bitch on a bottle
The Ferrari just a front
got the Lambo in the back
Tell you we the best forever
DJ Khaled handle that

[T-Pain - Chorus]

[Plies]
I know some niggas
from my hood that would
rob Norieaga
Im talkin Norieaga
nigga, the real Norieaga
If you aint from the hood
bitch, than stop
impersonating us
And tell congress when
you see em bitch
Im stealin cable
And leave the D-Boys
alone cause they motivate us
And why is the half of
my whole hood on papers
Some are on house arrest
some are on child support
Some of em did they bit
the other half waiting
to go to court
Mr Landlord we gon bust
your ass with an eviction note
Better have the police
with you dog, if
you came to repo
Im talking strip clubs
Im talking liquor stores
We throw our money
round here, but yall can..

[T-Pain - Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
Bitch Im on probation
so my nerves bad
And they say time flys
well mines first class
I landed in the sky
I fell from the streets
I talk a lot of shit
and practice what I preach
Back from hell, cell 23
tell the warden kiss my ass
Pockets on Monique
Bitch Im from the murder capital
Hoe, Im far from practical
Shit happens and since
Im the shit, Im who it
happens to
Young Money, Cash Money
blood bitch, Im red hot
I dont see nobody, see
nobody like a head shot
All that bullshit is
for the birds, throw
some bread out
Got it sewn up, check
the thread count

[T-Pain - Chorus]