Tytuł: Welcome to tha hood
- Wykonawca: J-Kwon
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[Intro - J-Kwon]
I make erry mu'fucka in this bitch do the whop (J-Kwon)
This the new improved Hood Hop
I make erry mu'fucka in this bitch do the whop (TrackBoy music nigga)
[Verse - J-Kwon]
I ain't tryin' to change hip hop (hip hop)
Put one in ya side to make ya hip hop (hip hop)
Knock derty right out his flip flops (bing)
Boy fifth cock, derty get rocks (get rocks)
Gee I'll just lean on him (lean on 'em)
Miss business herre then he swing on 'em (swing on 'em)
Problem too big, put the team on 'em (team on 'em)
They still runnin' up, put the beam on 'em (there he go)
I don't give a damn if you don't like me (so what?)
I ain't gon' "Do The Right Thing", I ain't Spike Lee (I ain't Spike Lee)
Spike sianid in ya ice tea (drink this)
I'll choke her while I sex her like Ike T
St. Louis ain't ridin' and they likely (yeah they likely)
I roll wit real fellas that's on strike three (strike three)
Snatch ya ass up if you strike me (uh)
You ain't happy with that, coward bite me (huh)
[Hook - J-Kwon] - x2
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 the hood)
Have you ever been car jacked? (Welcome to the hood)
[Verse - J-Kwon]
Uncle Charles said the game needs me (needs me)
So I keep the red beam to make the aim easy (easy)
You put me on game like Baby Train Weezy (Weezy)
And all they told me dude pimpin' ain't easy (keep it cool)
Used to pop Big Papa work
Now my diamonds big and blue like Papa Smurf (the little guys)
And dude I'll pop a jerk
And my homie rob his brothers now his pockets hurt (let me get that)
Like Jay I did it my way
I ain't get it for Freestyle Friday
Cardinal curve hand north talk sideways
I got work up and down Kingshighway
Plus dude bring the hood to the rap game (rap game)
Wanna bet? some like a crap game (crap game)
Work a sex, better have my exact change (exact change)
Or I'll run in the boardroom, let it clap mayn
GLACK mayn
[Hook - J-Kwon] - x2
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 the hood)
Have you ever been car jacked? (Welcome to the hood)
[Verse - J-Kwon]
Thrid District's who I represent
One of the watches look like a peppermint
Shake your frame is what Salt-N-Pepa meant
Cops can't spray the dude's face wit peppermint (Hey it wasn't me!)
Man 'cause I put the iron on 'em
+Heavy Starch+, put "Da Hol' 9" on 'em
heavy spark, now the dirt lyin' on him
Oops my bad, found out they was lyin' on him (oh well)
Got a flat? need a car jack?
Better yet, need a strap 'cause the car jacked (let me catch him)
TrackBoyz where the stars at
Have you got to the track like Tall Cat? (keep it movin)
But I'll never leave my hood derty
If I fell and got my hood dirty (got my hood dirty)
Even when I get this good thirty
I'ma be in the hood wit a good birdy (a good birdy)
[Hook - J-Kwon] - x3
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 the hood)
Have you ever been car jacked? (Welcome to the hood)
Sweat drips down his face as he walks into the place,
That he walks by every single day,
He's only 21, but when his job is done,
Never again will he walk this way
He leaves his bag underneath the seat,
He breaths new air back on city streets,
He knows love grows but a war must be won,
So his bomb that's aimed to kill and maim ticks on and on
The suit and tie that works downtown is standing in the underground,
And he reads the New York Times while he waits,
There's a woman on the phone,
Says she's on her way home,
She could have saved a quarter if she knew her fate
The suit, the tie is a thin disguise,
For a body that has departed, the soul left to rot inside,
And they will not be spared and they will not escape,
The bomb is in a briefcase aimed against the bourgeois state
No chance, no way, they will not escape,
No chance, no way, they will not escape,
'Cause from the day that you're born you're told what to do,
And I think that seems a good enough excuse,
So what do you when you can't take it no more?
Conceal a time bomb in the heart of a department store
