Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Welcome to My Hood’ by Ace Hood. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Ace Hood or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
DJ Khaled (DJ Khaled)
Cash Money, Young Money
We the best
Khaled I got you
Welcome to my hood
(Where the hood at)
(Where the hood at)
(YMCMB)
(Where the hood at)
Welcome to my hood
Everybody know everybody
And if I got it everybody got it uh
Welcome to my hood
Look at all these old school Chevy’s
Twenty four’s so you know we roll heavy uh
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
Audemar on my wrist
Diamonds, look like they glowing
Fifty 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 offense
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 nigga
Blow that bitch on a bottle
The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo’ in the back (Rose)
Tell you “we the best forever” DJ Khaled handle that
Welcome to my hood
Everybody know everybody
And if I got it everybody got it uh
Welcome to my hood
Look at all these old school Chevy’s
Twenty four’s so you know we roll heavy uh
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
I know some niggas from my hood that would rob Norieaga
I’m talkin’ Norieaga, nigga, the real Norieaga
If you ain’t from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us
And tell congress when you see ’em bitch 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 of ’em on house arrest, some of ’em on child support
Some of ’em did they bid, the other half waiting to go to court
Mr. Landlord we gon’ bust your ass for that 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
Welcome to my hood
Everybody know everybody
And if I got it everybody got it uh
Welcome to my hood
Look at all these old school Chevy’s
Twenty four’s so you know we roll heavy uh
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
Bitch 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 shit and practice what I preach
Back from hell, cell twenty three, tell the warden kiss my ass
Pockets on Monique
Bitch I’m from the murder capital
Hoe I’m far from practical
Shit happens and since I’m the shit, I’m who it happens to
Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, I’m red hot
I don’t see nobody, see nobody like a head shot
All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out
Got it sewn up, check the thread count
Welcome to my hood
Everybody know everybody
And if I got it everybody got it uh
Welcome to my hood
Look at all these old school Chevy’s
Twenty four’s so you know we roll heavy uh
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)
I say f*ck the police in my hood