Welcome To My Hood (New Orleans Edition)-K Gates/DJ Khaled/T-Pain

[T-Pain] Welcome to my hood (Where the hood at) (Where the hood at) Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody And if I got it everybody got it Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevy’s 24′s so you know we roll heavy Welcome to my hood They outside playing hopscotch And every know this is the hot spot Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees (Woop, woop) That’s the sound of the police In my hood [Rick Ross] Audemar on my wrist Diamond, look like they glowing 50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowing Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin’ Treat ‘em like jack boys, catch ‘em slippin’ then slay ‘em Lord forgive me for my sins, that’s my confessions if they put me in this benz I got possession of a federal offence I’m talking pressure in my criminal intent So wear ya vest’s and I’m still gon’ stunt Like it ain't no tomorrow, f-ck ya house note n-gga Blow that b**ch on a bottle The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back Tell you “we the best forever” DJ Khaled handle that [T-Pain - Chorus] [Plies] I know some n-ggas from my hood that would rob Norieaga I’m talkin’ Norieaga, n-gga, the real Norieaga If you ain't from the hood, b**ch, than stop impersonating us And tell congress when you see ‘em b**ch I’m stealin’ cable And leave the D-Boys alone ’cause they motivate us And why is the half of my whole hood on papers Some are on house arrest, some are on child support Some of ‘em did they bit, the other half waiting to go to court Mr Landlord we gon bust your a** with an eviction note Better have the police with you dog, if you came to repo I’m talking strip clubs, I’m talking liquor stores We throw our money round here, but y’all can… [T-Pain - Chorus] [Lil Wayne] B**ch I’m on probation, so my nerves bad And they say time fly’s, well mine’s first class I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets I talk a lot of sh-t and practice what I preach Back from hell, cell 23, tell the warden kiss my a** Pockets on Monique B**ch I’m from the murder capital Hoe, I’m far from practical Sh*t happens and since I’m the sh*t, I’m who it happens to Young Money, Cash Money, blood b**ch, I’m red hot I don’t see nobody, see nobody like a head shot All that b******t is for the birds, throw some bread out Got it sewn up, check the thread count [T-Pain - Chorus]