Artist: DJ Khaled f/ Lil Wayne, Plies, Rick Ross, T-Pain Album: We the Best Forever Song: Welcome to My Hood Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [DJ Khaled] DJ Khaled! Cash Money, Young Money, We the Best [Lil Wayne] Khaled, I got you! [T-Pain] Welcome to my hooooood, hee-eee [DJ Khaled] (Lil Wayne) {Rick Ross} Where the hood at? {Huh} Where the hood at? (YMCMB) {ROSAY~!} [Chorus: T-Pain] Welcome to my hooooood - Everybody know everybody And if I got it, everybody got it, uh! Welcome to my hooooood - Look at all them old school Chevys' 24's so you know we roll heavy, uh! Welcome to my hooo-ooooo-oood - They outside playin hopscotch and everybody know this is the hot spot Welcome to my hooooood - Dem boys'll put you down on your knees WHOOP! WHOOP! That's the +Sound of Da Police+ in my hood! [Rick Ross] (ROSAY~!) Audemar on my wrist, diamonds look like they glowin Fifty stacks all singles, I make it look like it's snowin Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin Treat 'em like jack boys, catch 'em slippin then slay 'em Lord forgive me for my siiiiins, that’s my confession If that put me in this Beeeenz, I got possession of a federal offeeeence, I'm talkin pressure in my criminal inteeeent (huh), so wear ya vests-es And I'm still gon' stunt, like it ain't no tomorrow Fuck ya house note, nigga, blow that bitch on a bottle The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back (ROSAY~!) Tell you +we the Best Forever+, DJ Khaled handle that, huh! [Chorus] [Plies] Takeoff, T-takeoff.. I know some niggaz from my hood that woulda ROBBED Noriega! I'm talkin Noriega, nigga, the +REAL+ Noriega! If you ain't from the hood, bitch, then stop impersonatin us And tell Congress when you see 'em, "Bitch, I'm stealin cable!" And leave the d-boys alone 'cause they motivate us And why's the half of my whole hood on papers? Some o'em on house arrest ('rest), some o'em on child supp'ot (p'ot) Some o'em did they bid, the other half waitin to go to court Mr. Landlord we gon' BUST yo' ass with an eviction note Better have the police witchu, dawg, if you came to repo I’m talkin strip clubs, I’m talkin liquor stores We throw our money 'round here, but y’all can call us po' [Chorus] [Lil Wayne] I'm goin in.. Uh, bitch I'm on probation.. so my nerves bad And they say time flies, well mine's 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 Mo'Nique Bitch, I'm from the murder capital, hoe I'm far from practical Shit happens and since I'm the shit, I'm who it happen to Young Money, Cash Money, Blood, bitch, I'm +red+ hot I don't see nobody, see nobody/no body like a head shot All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out Got it sewed up, check the thread count [Chorus 2: T-Pain] (Lil Wayne) Welcome to my hooooood - Everybody know everybody (Uh!) And if I got it, everybody got it, uh! (Young Mula, bayyy-bay) Welcome to my hooooood - Look at all them old school Chevys' 24's so you know we roll heavy, uh! (YMCMB) Welcome to my hooo-ooooo-oood - They outside playin hopscotch (Khaled, I GOTchu!) and everybody know this is the hot spot Welcome to my hooooood - Dem boys'll put you down on your knees WHOOP! WHOOP! (...I say fuck the) police in my hood! (Ha ha!)