Artist: DJ Khaled f/ Ace Hood, Birdman, Bun B, Busta Rhymes, Fat Joe, Jadakiss Ludacris, Mavado, The Game, T-Pain, Twista, Waka Flocka Flame Album: We the Best Forever Song: Welcome to My Hood (Remix) Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com, Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com, Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: DJ Khaled] (T-Pain) I'm f'real about this shit! This the remix! (Welcome to my hooooood, hee-eee) Let's go! Where the hood at? - Remix! Where the hood at? - Remix! Where the hood at? - Remix! [Chorus: T-Pain] (DJ Khaled) Welcome to my hooooood - Everybody know everybody And if I got it, everybody got it, uh! Welcome to my hooooood - Look at all these old school Chevys' 24's so you know we roll heavy, uh! (Y-M-C-M-B!) Welcome to my hooo-ooooo-oood - Where they gettin fly +Like a G6+ and everybody know this is the remix Welcome to my hooooood - Dem boys'll put you down on your knees (Miami Dade County, 305) WHOOP! WHOOP! That's the +Sound of Da Police+ in my hood! (We the Best Music!) [Verse One: Ludacris] Stop playin wit 'em! LUDA! Everybody on the corner with the works slangin and bangin in front of that liquor sto' Blowin money cause I live life fast, so this bottle full of 'gnac I'ma sip it slow 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, mommas is quotin scriptures While Luda's gettin head, mo' gums than baby pictures (WOO!) Cock my 40-Glock and my partner 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 the green But whoever got that WHITE, is "winnin" like Charlie Sheen! [Verse Two: T-Pain] HEY! Teddy Pain! (Teddy Pain!) Bad man! (Bad man!) Mix shots - BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM bang! Man +We the Best+ nevertheless, you know we get it hot! FIRE flame flame FIRE FIRE flame! Put me on the track and I'ma really let a muh'fucker feel it when I do it how I do it what I do If a nigga really wanna test (come and test) you can bet that I'ma eat him all day - FUCK FOOD! 8-5-0 what I represent (sent) Talla-home Florida president Me and DJ Khaled got these haters lookin hesitant (yeah) So keep all of that wackness out my EAR (BYOO, BYOO) That's the sound of yo' CAREER in my hooooood.. [Verse Three: Busta Rhymes] {*Bell Rings*} I hope you niggas got your ringside seats!!! 'Cause it's whoop ass season (COMIN TO A HOOD NEAR YOU!!!) Everybody know what happen when you see me comin (BACK UP!!!!!!) I be hurdlin then got you regurgitatin and murderin everything (GUNSHOT) (BAP BAP BAP BAP BAP BAP BAP BAP!!!!!) (Y'ALL KNOW WHAT IT IS!!!) I'm comin to get it in Enough of the block and I'm runnin the hood and nothin can top it You could Google it or you could search on how a nigga come and Lock up impossible for you to stop it!!!! (MORE FIRE DUN DI PLACE!!!!) Blackout and heat di bed yuh know a ease di dread I probably need di medical situation because the way I'm fuckin everything I tell di people dem!!! Why you try to do when you already know I'm the king with it And you don't wanna come behind me with it bro I KILLED THIS SHIT!!! I AIN'T GOTTA RHYME NO MO'!!!! [Verse Four: Twista] (T-Pain) (*Twista Adlibs) (**Mavado) (WELCOME TO MY HOOD!!!!) Welcome to my hood where board members of faculty Backin me if you ever try and tackle me That could be when I eat 'em especially when I beat 'em When you see a bunch of killers and hustlers on the side of me I'm an anomaly to 'em, put 'em on crutches for suckin their verses Such as the one that's kickin a ruckus Much as I smoke a dutchess and model bitches that cut us And motherfuckers and lovers and enemies wanna touch us I'ma spit a flow as if it was a sin (*WHAT!) Then the gangstas are best with me forever see I find a fo' put in on a pen (**Ayyyyyyy!!!) Then you know to never test with me it'll be a +Category F5+ (**ANYWAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!!) Let 'em in the military with automatic weapons so let's ride Love to the hunters and everybody that runnin them north and the whole city comin from the Westside!!! (**WHAPPEN TO DEM!!!!) [Verse Five: Mavado] (T-Pain) Come to di Gully weh we nuh tek baddup Big spliff inna mi hand and Hennessy inna mi cup Yuh see di gal weh we have up it's like some angels a duck Dem phat and grab up! Yah hear mi!!! Ha Ha!!! When yuh pass di gate, greet mi at di entrance Violate, straight death sentence Yuh live yuh must be great to be a snake nuh repentance We comin at yuh wid vengeance (WELCOME TO MY HOOD!!!!) [Verse Six: DJ Khaled] Never slippin, I'm ballin, Puff keep on callin I don't see none of you pussies (I ain't tryna hear that shit!) Fuck that shit groupie talkin Rep Miami the ghetto (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 siiiiins I gave you hits, I gave you "All I Do is Wiiiin" (I won't stop) I live this shit and We the Best it's no preteeeend I'm touchin millions, throwin hundreds in this biiiiiiitch! [Verse Seven: Birdman] Yeah, Uptown Swagged out, let's get it (Ah-AH! Ah-AH!) R-Real nigga #1, hustle fly with my son I come from Uptown, G5 Tommy Gun Red flag everyday, hundred mil' ready to spray Swagged out nigga, Bugatti with the paper plate B-B-Blowin on some good, nigga (on some good, nigga) feelin good, nigga (feelin good, nigga) Stunna Island, me and Khaled on the WOOD, nigga (on the wood, nigga) You understand? Shinin like I know we should Birdman YMCMB, we good nigga! [Verse Eight: Ace Hood] (Brownwaaaay!) A-A-Ace Hood in this bitch hoe, kickin down in yo' front door Knock knock, you hear the Glock cock and that thing pop on that fo-fo' (BR-R-R-RAT!) Posted on in that same block, I'm in the drop top with that bank roll Y-Young nigga, I'm out chea, cain't name a place that I cain't go Ridin 'round with 'bout 50 grand and they wonder what do that safe hold Middle fanger them feds and that's what I pledge a part of my G-code Man, FUCK them prosecutors, hustla connoisseur 'Cause +We the Best Forever+, make sure you spread the rumor bitch~! [Verse Nine: Fat Joe] (T-Pain) (WELCOME TO MY HOOD!!!) Cooked coke, hard rock, stashed in the body shop Only way to break them bricks down is karate chops Niggaz gettin left right in front of the marble precinct Leave 'em like them Jordans' - red dot, leakin I'm fifteen when I first started coppin pies You forty-six just turnin Blood, stop it five It's like the only way to make it is supplyin things Hoop dreams dunkin over cars, let the choir sing [Verse Ten: The Game] (T-Pain) (WELCOME TO MY HOOD!!!) Yo it's that black raw, black dawg, pullin up on that black hog 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 back 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 Nigga I'm so hood even though I'm livin good niggaz still in the V.I.P. strapped with a gat Drop a couple stacks then it's back to the trap couple hoes in the back, red wheels on the 'llac Redrum if you try niggaz, Westside! Throw it up, now! [Verse Eleven: Jadakiss] (*T-Pain) (*WELCOME TO MY HOOD!!!) They knockin packs off (off) they lettin gats off (off) Medicaid, benefit card, scratch-offs Savin every dime (yeah) tryin to choke a quarter And they ain't sellin crack (nah) they sellin Coke and water Smokin or you snortin, they coppin all the Jordans (yeah) Nothin's more important, steal 'em if you can't afford 'em (yep) I'm gettin to the money (money) I need another comma Some of 'em love the drama (yeah) more than they love they momma [Verse Twelve: Bun B] (T-Pain) (WELCOME TO MY HOOD!!!) Yeah, welcome to the land of the Trill where everybody walkin with they hand on the steel And the model is a supply and demand and he will you been outta line with the wrong man and get killed Where you damned if you will, damned if you won't lot of dudes sayin that they can when they don't And a lot of boys sayin that they G's but they ain't mess around get laid down in the paint Better do what you say, say what you do 'fore I come around your hood broad day with the crew They got them fists, A-R's, AK's and them twos and they will gladiate all day, what it do? (What it do?) R.I.P. to the trillest that did it, to my G's on lockdown acquitted Think I'ma stop reppin P.A.T.? Forget it! (get it, get it) [Verse Thirteen: Waka Flocka Flame] (RIVER-DALLLLLLLLE~!!! WAKA! FLOCKA! WAKA! FLOCKA!) Welcome to Clayton County, my house got surrounded The enemies tryna drown me, but my hood still around me (RIVERDAAAAALE!!!) Rookie of the year, no "Freshman" cover Shawty sixteen years old, with FO' baby mothers!! First rapper ever to jump off the stage on BET (Uh-huh!) And since Pac, go to Hollywood and keep it street (WEEEEST-SIIIIDE, UH!!) First Wooh to put T. Rodgers on the TV Everyday it's a party on Grove Street [Outro: DJ Khaled] "We the Best Forever" June 28 It's gon' be a hot summer!