Kunci: G minor•
Verse 1
Gm
Adim
Gm
Bb
I'm for real about
Gm
(Welcome to my hood, hee)
Bb
(Where ya hood at) Remix!
at) Remix!
Dm
(Where ya hood at) Remix!
Verse 2
Gm
Everybody know everybody
Bb
Gm
And if I got it everybody got it,
ugh
Bb
Gm
Welcome to my hood
Look at all these old school Chevys
24s, so you know we roll heavy,
Verse 3
Bb
F
Welcome to my hood
Gm
Bb
Where they gettin' fly like a G6
Gm
And everybody know this
Bb
Gm
Welcome to my hood
(Miami- Dade County)
Bb
Them boys will put you down
We The Best Music
(woop, woop!)
That's the sound of the
police in my hood
Luda!
Everybody on the corner with the work
Verse 4
Gm
Slangin'
Bb
and bangin' in front of that
Blowin' money 'cause I live life fast
Dm
With this bottle full of 'gnac, I'ma
Bb
Gm
sip this slow (oh!)
Singles double when triple-
Gm
Now holler 'cause these Impalas got
Bb
extreme makeovers (woo!)
Gm
Couches covered in plastic,
Bb
babies all in the street now
Gm
Dm
Gm
catch a Rodney King beatdown
Kids hit with switches,
Bb
Dm
Bb
mamas is quotin' scriptures
Gm
While Luda's getting head,
Bb
Gm
more gums than baby pictures (woo!)
Verse 5
Cock my .40 Glock and my
Dm
Bb
partner just bought a replica
Gm
Now Asians sayin' they don't keep no cash
Dm
Bb
Gm
in they register (hurryup and buy!)
We run from red and blue
Dm
lights to get that green
Bb
Gm
But whoever got that white is winning
like Charlie Sheen! (woo!)
Verse 6
Gm
Hey! Teddy Pain (Teddy Pain)
Bad man (Bad man)
Mix shots,
boom- (boom)- boom- (boom)- boom- (bang)
Man, we the best, never the less,
you know we get it hot
Dm
Gm
Fire
(flame, flame), fire—fire (flame)
Put me on the track and I'ma really
let a motherfucker feel it
When I do it, how I do it, what I do (do)
If a nigga really wanna test
(come and test)
You can bet that I'ma eat 'em all
Gm
850, what I represent ('sent)
Talla- home Florida president
Bb
('sent)
Gm
Me and DJ Khaled got these
Verse 7
haters lookin' hesitant,
yeah (oww)
Bb
So keep all that wackness out my ear
That's the sound of your career in my hood
Dm
Bb
I hope you niggas got your
'Cause it's whoop- ass season
Verse 8
Gm
(Coming to a hood near you!)
Everybody know what happen
Bb
When you see me comin' (back up!)
Gm
I be hurdling and got you
regurgitating
Dm
And murdering everything
(gunshots!)
Gm
Pop- pop- pop- pop- pop- pop-
pop- pop
(Y'all know what it is!) I'm
coming to get it
And others are blocking
I'm runnin' the hood and can't
nothin' come top it
You can Google it and you can
Verse 9
On how a nigga come and unlock it
Bb
Impossible for you to stop
it (Damn!)
(More fire 'pon di place!) Now
Gm
Bb
go and heed the villain
Eb
Bb
You're like, "He's injured" and
Gm
prob'ly need a medical situation
Because the way I'm fuckin'
Bb
everything up 'til the people dead
Gm
Why you tryna do it? You already know
Bb
that I'm the king with it
And, you don't wanna come behind me with it,
Eb
I killed this shit! I ain't gotta rhyme no more,
man! Tch!
Verse 10
hood!
Welcome to my hood
Where board members and
Bb
If you ever try attackin' me
Gm
That could be when I eat 'em, especially
when I beat 'em
Dm
When they see a bunch of killas and
Bb
hustlas on the side of me
Gm
I'm an anomaly to 'em, put
'em on crutches
With succulent verses,
Dm
Bb
I'm just the one that's kicking the ruckus
Gm
Munch as I smoke a Dutchess,
and model bitches that cut us
And motherfuckers that love us, and
enemies wanna touch us
Verse 11
Gm
I'ma spit a flow as if it was
a sin (haha, what!)
Dm
Bb
Then the gangstas are resting
up forever (ah...)
put it on the fin (what!)
Dm
Bb
Then you know to never test him, It'll be a
Handle military with automatic
Dm
Bb
weapons, so let's ride (I...)
and everybody that runnin' them north
Dm
Gm
and I'm from the westside (wan', today)
Bb
Welcome to the gully where we
Verse 12
Cm
Big spliff in ah mi hand (Haha) and
Gm
You see the gyaldem we have up
Bb
is like some angels abduct
grabba, yah hear me? Haha
Bb
When you pass the gate,
Gm
Dm
Bb
written at the entrance
Dm
Gm
Bb
"Violate Straight death sentence"
Gm
To live, you must be great to be a snake,
no repentance
We coming at you with vengeance
Welcome to my hood!
Verse 13
Gm
Never slippin', I'm ballin',
Dm
Bb
Puff keep on callin'
Gm
I don't see none of you pussies
(I ain't tryna hear that shit)
Bb
Fuck that shit you be talkin'
the ghettos (Dade County)
Every hood and the projects
Bb
Gm
And when I drop off my singles
I'm droppin' one of my
Am
Lord, forgive me for my sin
Dm
Bb
I gave you hits, I gave you "All I Do
F
Gm
Is Win" (I won't stop)
Verse 14
Bb
it's no pretend (I'm for real about this)
Dm
Bb
I'm touching millions,
Gm
throwin' hundreds in this bitch (yeah!)
Uptown, swagged- out,
let's get it (aw- ah! aw- ah!)
Verse 15
Gm
R- Real nigga, number one (Yeah)
Dm
Bb
Gm
Hustle fly with my son (Junior!)
Dm
Come from Uptown (Believe that), G5 Tommy
Bb
gun (Tommy gun)
Dm
Bb
Hundred mil' ready to spray
Swagged- out nigga,
Bb
Bugatti with the paper plates
Gm
B- B- Blowing on some good,
nigga (good, nigga)
Bb
Feeling good, nigga (feeling good,
Verse 16
Stunna Island
Me and Khaled on the wood,
Bb
Gm
nigga (On the wood, nigga)
Bb
You understand? Shinin'
like I know we should
Gm
Eb
Gm
Birdman, YMCMB, we good, nigga!
Yeah
Verse 17
Gm
Broward! (Brr- r- rat!) Ace Hood in this bitch,
ho
Kickin' down in your front door
Knock- knock,
you hear the Glock cock
And that thing pop on that four-
four (Brr- r- rat!)
Posted on it, that same block
I'm in the drop top with that bankroll
Young Young nigga, I'm out here
Bb
Can't name a place that I can't go
Verse 18
Ridin' round with 'bout fifty grand
Dm
Bb
"What do that safe hold?"
Am
Middle finger them Feds
Gm
And that's what I pledge,
Dm
Bb
a part of my G code
Gm
Bb
And it's fuck them prosecutors; hustler,
connoisseur
Gm
Cm
It's We The Best Forever
Gm
Make sure you spread the rumor,
bitch
Welcome to my hood!
Verse 19
Bb
stashed in the body shop
Gm
Only way to break them bricks
Dm
Gm
down is karate chops
Niggas gettin' left right in front
Dm
Bb
of the Marble precinct
Gm
Leave 'em like them Jordans, red- dot,
Gm
I'm fifteen when I first
Dm
Bb
startin' coppin' pies
Dm
Gm
You 46 just turnin'
Blood? Stop it, Five
Bb
It's like the only way to make
Dm
Bb
it is supplyin' things
Gm
Hoop dreams, dunkin' over cars,
Bb
Gm
let the choir sing
Verse 20
Yo, it's that black raw, black dawg
Bb
Pullin' up on that black Hog
Gm
Compton, that's my backyard
That's where I used to
Dm
Gm
get them sacks off
But now I got platinum plaques in
the back of the 'Bach
Dm
Bb
And I'm back with Dre again
Gm
Aftermath, We The Best,
Dm
Bb
me and Khaled, Dre and Em
Gm
Detox, RED, that's back to the back
Dm
Bb
Step in the club with my hat to the back
Nigga, I'm so hood even
Gm
though I'm living good
Verse 21
Dm
Niggas still in the VIP
Drop a couple stacks,
then, it's back to the trap
Couple hoes in the back,
red wheels on the 'Lac
REDRUM if you try it; nigga, it's
Westside!
Verse 22
Gm
They knockin' packs off (Off), they let
Dm
Bb
Gm
tin' gats off (Off)
Dm
Medicaid benefit cards,
Bb
Gm
scratch- offs (Mmm!)
Dm
Savin' every dime (Yeah), tryna
Gm
And they ain't sellin' crack (Nah), they
Bb
sellin' coke and water (Woo)
Gm
Smokin' or ya snortin' (Ahh), they
Dm
Bb
coppin' all the Jordans (Yeah)
Gm
Nothing's more important,
Dm
Bb
Gm
steal 'em if you can't afford 'em (Yup)
Bb
I'm gettin' to the money (Money), I
Dm
Bb
need another comma
drama (Yeah)
More than they love they mama, ugh!
Welcome to my hood!
Verse 23
Gm
Yeah! Welcome to the land of the trill Well,
with they hand on they steel
Gm
And the model is a supply and demand,
and at will
Bb
You been outta line with the wrong
man and get killed
Gm
When you damned if you will,
damned if you won't
Dm
Bb
Lot of dudes sayin' that they can,
but they don't
Gm
And a lot of boys sayin' that
they Gs, but they ain't
Mess around, get laid down in the paint
Bb
Better do what you say,
Dm
'Fore I come around your hood,
Bb
broad day, with the crew
Verse 24
They got them FNs, ARs and Ks with 'em,
Gm
too
Dm
Bb
And they will gladiate all day,
Gm
Bb
what it do! (what it do)
R.I.P. to the trillest that did it
To my Gs on lockdown, acquitted
Gm
Stick with it, think I'ma stop reppin' PAT,
forget it
RIVERDALE! Waka!
Verse 25
Welcome to Clayton County (ugh! ugh!)
Gm
Dm
Bb
My house got surrounded
Gm
(ugh! ugh! Flocka!)
The energy tryna drown me
Bb
But my hood still around
Rookie of the year (yeah!), no
Dm
Bb
Gm
Freshmen cover
Shawty 16 years old,
Bb
with four baby mothers (Flocka!)
Gm
First rapper ever to jump off the stage
Dm
Bb
on BET (Uh- huh)
Gm
Dm
And since Pac go to Hollywood
Bb
Gm
to keep it street (Ugh!)
Bb
First Woo to put T. Rodgers on
Gm
Every day is a party on Grove Street
Verse 26
June 28th
It's gon' be a hot summer
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