Kunci: G minor
Verse 1
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F#dim
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I'm for real about
Em
(Welcome to my hood, hee)
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(Where ya hood at) Remix!
Em
(Where ya hood at) Remix!
Bm
G
(Where ya hood at) Remix!
Verse 2
Everybody know everybody
And if I got it everybody got it, ugh
G
Em
Welcome to my hood
Look at all these old school Chevys
24s, so you know we roll heavy,
Verse 3
G
D
Welcome to my hood
Em
Where they gettin' fly like
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And everybody know this
G
Em
Welcome to my
hood (Miami- Dade County)
G
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
Em
Slangin'
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and bangin' in front of that
Blowin' money 'cause I live life fast
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With this bottle full of 'gnac, I'ma
G
Em
sip this slow (oh!)
Singles double when triple-
Em
Now holler 'cause these Impalas got
Couches covered in plastic,
Em
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babies all in the street now
Em
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Em
catch a Rodney King beatdown
Kids hit with switches,
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mamas is quotin' scriptures
Em
While Luda's getting head,
Verse 5
more gums than baby pictures (woo!)
Em
Cock my .40 Glock and my
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partner just bought a replica
Em
Now Asians sayin' they don't keep no cash
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in they register (hurry up and buy!)
We run from red and blue
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lights to get that green
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Em
But whoever got that white is winning
like Charlie Sheen! (woo!)
Verse 6
Em
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
Bm
Em
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
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850, what I represent ('sent)
Talla- home Florida president
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('sent)
Em
Me and DJ Khaled got these
Verse 7
haters lookin' hesitant,
yeah (oww)
So keep all that wackness out my
G
Em
ear (boop, boop!)
That's the sound of your career in my hood
G
I hope you niggas got your
'Cause it's whoop- ass season
Verse 8
Em
(Coming to a hood near you!)
Everybody know what happen
G
When you see me comin' (back up!)
Em
I be hurdling and got you
regurgitating
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And murdering everything (gunshots!)
Em
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
search it (ooooh!)
Em
On how a nigga come and unlock
Verse 9
it
G
Impossible for you to stop
it (Damn!)
(More fire 'pon di place!) Now
Em
go and heed the villain
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You're like, "He's injured" and prob'ly
Em
need a medical situation
Because the way I'm fuckin'
G
everything up 'til the people dead
Em
Why you tryna do it? You already
G
know that I'm the king with it
And, you don't wanna come behind me with it,
C
I killed this shit! I ain't gotta rhyme no more,
man! Tch!
Verse 10
hood!
Welcome to my hood
Where board members
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and faculty backin' me
G
If you ever try attackin' me
Em
That could be when I eat 'em, especially
when I beat 'em
Bm
When they see a bunch of killas and
G
hustlas on the side of me
Em
I'm an anomaly to 'em, put
'em on crutches
With succulent verses,
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I'm just the one that's kicking the ruckus
Em
Munch as I smoke a Dutchess,
and model bitches that cut us
And motherfuckers that love us, and
enemies wanna touch us
Verse 11
Em
I'ma spit a flow as if it was
a sin (haha, what!)
Bm
G
Then the gangstas are resting
up forever (ah...)
put it on the fin (what!)
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Then you know to never test him, It'll
Em
be a Category F5 (ayyy)
Handle military with automatic weapons,
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so let's ride (I...)
and everybody that runnin' them north
Em
and I'm from the westside (wan', today)
G
Welcome to the gully where we
Verse 12
Am
Big spliff in ah mi hand (Haha) and
Hennessy in ah mi cup
You see the gyaldem we have up
is like some angels abduct
G
Em
Them fat- tongue,
grabba, yah hear me? Haha
Em
G
written at the entrance
Em
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"Violate Straight death sentence"
Em
To live, you must be great to be a snake,
no repentance
We coming at you with vengeance
Welcome to my hood!
Verse 13
Em
Never slippin', I'm ballin',
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G
Puff keep on callin'
Em
I don't see none of you pussies
(I ain't tryna hear that shit)
G
Fuck that shit you be talkin'
the ghettos (Dade County)
Every hood and the projects
G
Em
And when I drop off my singles
I'm droppin' one of my
Lord, forgive me for my sin
G
I gave you hits, I gave you "All I Do
Em
Is Win" (I won't stop)
Verse 14
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it's no pretend (I'm for real about this)
I'm touching millions,
Em
throwin' hundreds in this bitch (yeah!)
Uptown, swagged- out,
let's get it (aw- ah! aw- ah!)
Verse 15
Em
R- Real nigga, number one (Yeah)
Bm
G
Em
Hustle fly with my son (Junior!)
Bm
Come from Uptown (Believe that), G5 Tommy
G
gun (Tommy gun)
Bm
Em
Hundred mil' ready to spray
(ready to spray)
Swagged- out nigga,
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Bugatti with the paper plates
Em
B- B- Blowing on some good,
nigga (good, nigga)
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Feeling good, nigga (feeling good,
Verse 16
Em
Stunna Island
Me and Khaled on the wood,
G
Em
nigga (On the wood, nigga)
G
You understand? Shinin' like
C
Em
Birdman, YMCMB, we good, nigga!
Yeah
Verse 17
Em
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
G
Can't name a place that I can't go
Verse 18
Ridin' round with 'bout fifty grand
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"What do that safe hold?"
Middle finger them Feds
Em
And that's what I pledge,
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a part of my G code
Em
G
And it's fuck them prosecutors; hustler,
connoisseur
Em
It's We The Best Forever
Make sure you spread the rumor,
bitch
Welcome to my hood!
Verse 19
Em
Only way to break them bricks
Em
Niggas gettin' left right in front
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of the Marble precinct
Em
Leave 'em like them Jordans, red- dot,
Em
I'm fifteen when I first
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startin' coppin' pies
Em
You 46 just turnin' Blood? Stop it, Five
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It's like the only way to make
it is supplyin' things
Em
Hoop dreams, dunkin' over cars,
G
Em
let the choir sing
Verse 20
Yo, it's that black raw, black dawg
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Pullin' up on that black Hog
Em
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 'Bach
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G
And I'm back with Dre again
Em
Aftermath, We The Best,
Bm
Em
me and Khaled, Dre and Em
G
Em
Detox, RED, that's back to the back
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Step in the club with my hat to the back
Nigga, I'm so hood even
Em
though I'm living good
Verse 21
Bm
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
Em
They knockin' packs off (Off), they
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G
Em
let tin' gats off (Off)
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Medicaid benefit cards, scratch-
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Savin' every dime (Yeah), tryna
Em
And they ain't sellin' crack (Nah), they
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sellin' coke an d water (Woo)
Em
Bm
Smokin' or ya snortin' (Ahh), they coppin'
Em
Nothing's more im portant,
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Em
steal 'em if you can't afford 'em (Yup)
G
I'm gettin' to the money (Money), I
need another comma
drama (Yeah)
More than they love they mama, ugh!
Welcome to my hood!
Verse 23
Em
Yeah! Welcome to the land of the trill Well,
they hand on they steel
Em
And the model is a supply and demand,
and at will
G
You been outta line with the wrong
man and get killed
Em
When you damned if you will,
damned if you won't
Bm
G
Lot of dudes sayin' that they can,
but they don't
Em
And a lot of boys sayin' that
they Gs, but they ain't
Bm
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Mess around, get laid down in the paint
Bm
'Fore I come around your hood,
Verse 24
F#m
They got them FNs, ARs and Ks with 'em,
Em
too
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And they will gladiate all day,
Em
G
what it do! (what it do)
R.I.P. to the trillest that did it
To my Gs on lockdown, acquitted
Em
Stick with it, think I'ma stop reppin' PAT,
forget it
RIVERDALE! Waka!
Verse 25
Welcome to Clayton County (ugh! ugh!)
Em
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My house got surrounded
(ugh! ugh! Flocka!)
Em
The energy tryna drown me
Em
me (RIVERDALE!)
Rookie of the year (yeah!), no
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Em
Freshmen cover
Shawty 16 years old,
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with four baby mothers (Flocka!)
Em
First rapper ever to jump off the stage
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on BET (Uh- huh)
F#m
Em
Bm
And since Pac go to Hollywood
G
Em
to keep it street (Ugh!)
G
First Woo to put T. Rodgers on
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Every day is a party on Grove Street
Verse 26
June 28th
It's gon' be a hot summer
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