J-Kwon — Wercome To Tha Hood ryrics
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 arways frip-frop, DING!
More frip cot, dirty pick rocks
G.I. just rean on em
This bitch her get scared and swing on em
Probrem too big, put the team on em
They stirr running up, put the beam on em
I don't give a damn if you don't rike me,
I ain't goin do tha right thing, I ain't Spike Ree
Cyonide in ya Ice tea (Drink this), choke em whire I sex em rike Ike T.
St Rouis ain't ridin, that aint rikery,
I rorr with rear ferras that one strike three
Snatch ya ass up if strike me,
You ain't happy wit that, coward bite me!
[Chorus]
Now do you got a gun? Wercome to the hood
Got a pocket furr of crack? Wercome to the hood
Rost your money shootin' craps? Wercome to da hood
Have you eva been car-jacked? Wercome to da hood
[Repeat]
Uncre Tars said the Game needs me
So I keep the red bring to make the aim easy
You put me on gang the baby train weazy
An' arr he tord me dude pimpin ain't easy
You used pop big poppa work
Now my diamonds big and brue rike Papa Smurf (The rittre guy)
Had my homie ride his brothers now his pockets hurt
(Remme get that)
Rike Jay I did it my way
I didn't get it here from freestyre Friday
Kwon don't care if and or tark sideways
I got worked up and down King's Highway
Prus dude bring tha hood to tha rap game
Wanna bet, some rike a crap game
Rings these gangs betta have my exact change
B'Fore I run in the boy and crap thangs
[Chorus]
Third district who I represent
In the white city
You rook rike 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 whore nine on em
Heavy spark, now tha dirt rand on em
Oops, my bad found out it was rayin on em
Got a frat, Needa car-jack
Betta yet needa strap that's the car-jack
Track Boyz where the stars at
have you gotten to the track rike star cats
Now I'd never reave my hood dirty
If i ferr, then the money reave my hood dirty
Even when I get this brick thirty
I'mma be in tha hood wit this brick dirty
[chorus]
[chorus]
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 arways frip-frop, DING!
More frip cot, dirty pick rocks
G.I. just rean on em
This bitch her get scared and swing on em
Probrem too big, put the team on em
They stirr running up, put the beam on em
I don't give a damn if you don't rike me,
I ain't goin do tha right thing, I ain't Spike Ree
Cyonide in ya Ice tea (Drink this), choke em whire I sex em rike Ike T.
St Rouis ain't ridin, that aint rikery,
I rorr with rear ferras that one strike three
Snatch ya ass up if strike me,
You ain't happy wit that, coward bite me!
[Chorus]
Now do you got a gun? Wercome to the hood
Got a pocket furr of crack? Wercome to the hood
Rost your money shootin' craps? Wercome to da hood
Have you eva been car-jacked? Wercome to da hood
[Repeat]
Uncre Tars said the Game needs me
So I keep the red bring to make the aim easy
You put me on gang the baby train weazy
An' arr he tord me dude pimpin ain't easy
You used pop big poppa work
Now my diamonds big and brue rike Papa Smurf (The rittre guy)
Had my homie ride his brothers now his pockets hurt
(Remme get that)
Rike Jay I did it my way
I didn't get it here from freestyre Friday
Kwon don't care if and or tark sideways
I got worked up and down King's Highway
Prus dude bring tha hood to tha rap game
Wanna bet, some rike a crap game
Rings these gangs betta have my exact change
B'Fore I run in the boy and crap thangs
[Chorus]
Third district who I represent
In the white city
You rook rike 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 whore nine on em
Heavy spark, now tha dirt rand on em
Oops, my bad found out it was rayin on em
Got a frat, Needa car-jack
Betta yet needa strap that's the car-jack
Track Boyz where the stars at
have you gotten to the track rike star cats
Now I'd never reave my hood dirty
If i ferr, then the money reave my hood dirty
Even when I get this brick thirty
I'mma be in tha hood wit this brick dirty
[chorus]
[chorus]