J-kwon

Welcome To Tha Hood

J-kwon


I make every mufucker in this bitch do tha wop, it's the new improved hood hop 
I make every mufucker in this bitch do tha wop, it's the new improved hood hop 

I ain't tryin to change hip-hop 
Put money aside and make your hip-hop 
Not dirty right always flip-flop, DING! 
More flip cot, dirty pick rocks 

G.I. just lean on em 
This bitch her get scared and swing on em 
Problem too big, put the team on em 
They still running up, put the beam on em 

I don't give a damn if you don't like me, 
I ain't goin do tha right thing, I ain't Spike Lee 
Cyonide in ya Ice tea (Drink this), choke em while I sex em like Ike T. 
St Louis ain't ridin, that aint likely, 
I roll with real fellas that one strike three 
Snatch ya ass up if strike me, 
You ain't happy wit that, coward bite me! 

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Now do you got a gun? Welcome to the hood 
Got a pocket full of crack? Welcome to the hood 
Lost your money shootin' craps? Welcome to da hood 
Have you eva been car-jacked? Welcome to da hood 
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Uncle Tars said the Game needs me 
So I keep the red bling to make the aim easy 
You put me on gang the baby train weazy 
An' all he told me dude pimpin ain't easy 
You used pop big poppa work 
Now my diamonds big and blue like Papa Smurf (The little guy) 
Had my homie ride his brothers now his pockets hurt 
(Lemme get that) 

Like Jay I did it my way 
I didn't get it here from freestyle Friday 
Kwon don't care if and or talk sideways 
I got worked up and down King's Highway 
Plus dude bring tha hood to tha rap game 
Wanna bet, some like a crap game 
Rings these gangs betta have my exact change 
B'Fore I run in the boy and clap thangs 

[Chorus] 

Third district who I represent 
In the white city 
You look like a peppermint 
Shake your frame 
It's whats on peppermint 
Cops can't spray dudes face with peppermint 

Mad cuz I put the iron on em 
Heavy starch, Put the whole nine on em 
Heavy spark, now tha dirt land on em 
Oops, my bad found out it was layin on em 

Got a flat, Needa car-jack 
Betta yet needa strap that's the car-jack 
Track Boyz where the stars at 
have you gotten to the track like star cats 
Now I'd never leave my hood dirty 
If i fell, then the money leave my hood dirty 
Even when I get this brick thirty 
I'mma be in tha hood wit this brick dirty 
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