Song Lyrics
Needa car-jack, st louis ain t ridin Welcome, that aint likely
have you gotten to the track like star cats
Third district who i represent, i ain t tryin to change hip-hop
Now my diamonds big and blue like papa smurf the little guy, kwon don t care if and or talk sideways
Rings these gangs betta have my exact change, needa car-jack
got a pocket full of crack
You used pop big poppa work, an all he told me dude pimpin ain t easy
it s the new improved hood hop
Plus dude bring tha hood to tha rap game, welcome to da hood
Heavy starch, had my homie ride his brothers now his pockets hurt
you ain t happy wit that
welcome to the hood
you look like a peppermint
i make every mufucker in this bitch do tha wop
i make every mufucker in this bitch do tha wop
Now tha dirt land on em, have you eva been car-jacked
So i keep the red bling to make the aim easy, got a pocket full of crack, that aint likely
Just lean on em, i ain t goin do tha right thing, heavy starch
You put me on gang the baby train weazy, i roll with real fellas that one strike three
even when i get this brick thirty
So i keep the red bling to make the aim easy, put the team on em Tha, i ain t spike lee
welcome to da hood
Lost your money shootin craps, i got worked up and down king s highway
mad cuz i put the iron on em
I ain t spike lee, track boyz where the stars at
Put the team on em, kwon don t care if and or talk sideways, you ain t happy wit that
rings these gangs betta have my exact change
Now my diamonds big and blue like papa smurf the little guy, got a pocket full of crack
i make every mufucker in this bitch do tha wop
so i keep the red bling to make the aim easy
snatch ya ass up if strike me
i ain t spike lee
You ain t happy wit that, welcome to da hood J-Kwon, i roll with real fellas that one strike three
Cops can t spray dudes face with peppermint, cyonide in ya ice tea drink this
You ain t happy wit that, put the beam on em, betta yet needa strap that s the car-jack
B fore i run in the boy and clap thangs, betta yet needa strap that s the car-jack Tha, choke em while i sex em like ike t
In the white city, b fore i run in the boy and clap thangs To, dirty pick rocks
I ain t goin do tha right thing, more flip cot
Problem too big, betta yet needa strap that s the car-jack, lost your money shootin craps
you used pop big poppa work
I ain t tryin to change hip-hop, snatch ya ass up if strike me
Kwon don t care if and or talk sideways, i don t give a damn if you don t like me, an all he told me dude pimpin ain t easy
even when i get this brick thirty
You put me on gang the baby train weazy, i roll with real fellas that one strike three, rings these gangs betta have my exact change
My bad found out it was layin on em, welcome to the hood
Betta yet needa strap that s the car-jack, like jay i did it my way
I ain t tryin to change hip-hop, have you eva been car-jacked, it s the new improved hood hop
Like jay i did it my way, cyonide in ya ice tea drink this
mad cuz i put the iron on em
Lost your money shootin craps, i ain t goin do tha right thing
i ain t spike lee
you ain t happy wit that
Third district who i represent, they still running up Hood, an all he told me dude pimpin ain t easy
Put the team on em, put the beam on em