[Intro: DJ Khaled & T-Pain]

I'm for real about this shit (Oh-OH!)

This the remix

(Welcome to my hood, hee)

Let's go, remix, remix, remix

(Where ya hood at) Remix!

(Where ya hood at) Remix!

(Where ya hood at) Remix!

[Chorus: T-Pain, DJ Khaled & Ludacris]

Welcome to my hood

Everybody know everybody

And if I got it everybody got it, ugh

Welcome to my hood

Look at all these old school Chevys

24s, so you know we roll heavy, ugh! (Y, M, C, M, B!)

Welcome to my hood

Where they gettin' fly like a G6

And everybody know this is the remix

Welcome to my hood (Miami-Dade County, 305)

Them boys will put you down on yo knees

We The Best Music

(Woop, woop!) That’s the sound of the police in my hood

Stop playin' wit em! Luda!

[Verse 1: Ludacris]

Everybody on the corner with the work

Slangin' and bangin' in front of that liquor store (Oh!)

Blowin' money 'cause I live life fast

With this bottle full of 'gnac, I'ma sip this slow (Oh!)

Singles double when triple-beams take over

Now holler 'cause these Impalas got extreme makeovers (Woo!)

Couches covered in plastic, babies all in the street now

Wear the wrong color, catch a Rodney King beatdown

Kids hit with switches, mamas is quotin' scriptures

While Luda's getting head, more gums than baby pictures (Woo!)

Cock my .40 Glock and my partner just bought a replica

Now Asians sayin' they don't keep no cash in they register (Hurry up and buy!)

We run from red and blue lights to get that green

But whoever got that white is winning like Charlie Sheen! (Woo!)

[Verse 2: T-Pain]

Hey! Teddy Pain (Teddy Pain) Bad man (Bad man)

Mix shots, boom-(boom)-boom-(boom)-boom-(bang)!

Man, we the best, never the less, you know we get it hot

Fire (flame, flame), fire—fire (flame)

Put me on the track and I'ma really let a motherfucker feel it

When I do it, how I do it, what I do (Do)

If a nigga really wanna test (Come and test)

You can bet that I'ma eat 'em all day (Fuck food!)

850, what I represent ('Sent)

Talla-home Florida president ('Dent)

Me and DJ Khaled got these haters lookin' hesitant, yeah (Oww)

So keep all that wackness out my ear (Boo, boo!)

That’s the sound of your career in my hood

[Interlude: Busta Rhymes]

I hope you niggas got your ringside seats

'Cause it's whoop-ass season

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]

(Coming to a hood near you!)

Everybody know what happen

When you see me comin' (Back up!)

I be hurdling and got you regurgitating

And murdering everything (Gunshots!)

Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop

(Y'all know what it is!) I'm coming to get it

And others are blocking

I'm runnin' the hood and can't nothin' come top it

You can Google it and you can search it (Oooooh!)

On how a nigga come and unlock it

Impossible for you to stop it (Damn!)

(More fire 'pon di place!) Now go and heed the villain

You're like, "He's injured" and prob'ly need a medical situation

Because the way I'm fuckin' everything up 'til the people dead

Why you tryna do it? You already know that I'm the king with it

And, you don't wanna come behind me with it, bro! (Hunh!)

I killed this shit! I ain't gotta rhyme no more, man! Tch!

[Break: T-Pain]

Welcome to my hood!

[Verse 4: Twista & Mavado]

Welcome to my hood

Where board members and faculty backin' me

If you ever try attackin' me

That could be when I eat 'em, especially when I beat 'em

When they see a bunch of killas and hustlas on the side of me

I'm an anomaly to 'em, put 'em on crutches

With succulent verses, I'm just the one that's kicking the ruckus

Munch as I smoke a Dutchess, and model bitches that cut us

And motherfuckers that love us, and enemies wanna touch us

I'ma spit a flow as if it was a sin (Haha, what!)

Then the gangstas are resting up forever (Ah...)

See a silent four, put it on the fin (What!)

Then you know to never test him, It'll be a Category F5 (Ayyy)

Handle military with automatic weapons, so let's ride (I...)

Love to the hundreds, and everybody that runnin' them north

And the whole city, and I'm from the westside (Wamp to dem)

[Verse 5: Mavado]

Welcome to the gully where we no take bad up

Big spliff in ah mi hand (Haha) and Hennessy in ah mi cup

You see the gyaldem we have up is like some angels abduct

Them fat-tongue, grabba, yah hear me? Haha

When you pass the gate, written at the entrance

"Violate: Straight death sentence"

To live, you must be great; to be a snake, no repentance

We coming at you with vengeance

[Break: T-Pain]

Welcome to my hood!

[Verse 6: DJ Khaled]

Never slippin', I'm ballin', Puff keep on callin'

I don't see none of you pussies (I ain't tryna hear that shit)

Fuck that shit you be talkin'

Rep Miami, the ghettos (Dade County)

Every hood and the projects

And when I drop off my singles

I'm droppin' one of my targets (Tsssss)

Lord, forgive me for my sins (God, forgive me)

I gave you hits—I gave you "All I Do Is Win" (I won't stop)

I live this shit

And We The Best, it’s no pretend (I'm for real about this)

I'm touching millions, throwin' hundreds in this bitch

[Interlude: Birdman]

Yeah!

Uptown, swagged-out, let's get it (Aw-ah! Aw-ah!)

[Verse 7: Birdman]

R-Real nigga, number one (Yeah)

Hustle fly with my son (Junior!)

Come from Uptown (Believe that), G5 Tommy gun (Tommy gun)

Red flag every day

Hundred mil' ready to spray (Ready to spray)

Swagged-out nigga, Bugatti with the paper plates

B-B-Blowing on some good, nigga (Good, nigga)

Feeling good, nigga (Feeling good, nigga)

Stunna Island

Me and Khaled on the wood, nigga (On the wood, nigga)

You understand? Shinin' like I know we should

Birdman, YMCMB, we good, nigga! Yeah

[Verse 8: Ace Hood]

Broward! (Brr-r-rat!)

Ace Hood in this bitch, ho

Kickin' down in your front door

Knock-knock, you hear the Glock cock

And that thing pop on that four-four (Brr-r-rat!)

Posted on it, that same block

I'm in the drop top with that bankroll

Young—Young nigga, I'm out here

Can't name a place that I can't go

Ridin' round with 'bout fifty grand

And they wonder, "What do that safe hold?"

Middle finger them Feds

And that's what I pledge, a part of my G code

And it's fuck them prosecutors; hustler, connoisseur

It's We The Best Forever

Make sure you spread the rumor, bitch

[Break: T-Pain]

Welcome to my hood!

[Verse 9: Fat Joe]

Good coke, hard rock, stashed in the body shop

Only way to break them bricks down is karate chops

Niggas gettin' left right in front of the Marble precinct

Leave 'em like them Jordans, red-dot, leakin'

I'm fifteen when I first startin' coppin' pies

You 46 just turnin' Blood? Stop it, Five

It's like the only way to make it is supplyin' things

Hoop dreams, dunkin' over cars, let the choir sing

[Break: T-Pain]

Welcome to my hood!

[Verse 10: The Game]

Yo, it’s that black raw, black dawg

Pullin' up on that black Hog

Compton, that's my backyard

That's where I used to get them sacks off

But now I got platinum plaques in the back of the 'Bach

And I'm back with Dre again

Aftermath, We The Best, me and Khaled, Dre and Em

Detox, RED, that's back to the back

Step in the club with my hat to the back

Nigga, I'm so hood even though I'm living good

Niggas still in the VIP strapped with a gat

Drop a couple stacks, then, it's back to the trap

Couple hoes in the back, red wheels on the 'Lac

REDRUM if you try it; nigga, it's Westside!

Throw it up! Now!

[Break: T-Pain]

Welcome to my hood!

[Verse 11: Jadakiss]

They knockin' packs off (Off), they lettin' gats off (Off)

Medicaid benefit cards, scratch-offs (Mmm!)

Savin' every dime (Yeah), tryna choke a quarter

And they ain't sellin' crack (Nah), they sellin' coke and water (Woo)

Smokin' or ya snortin' (Ahh), they coppin' all the Jordans (Yeah)

Nothing's more important, steal 'em if you can't afford 'em (Yup)

I'm gettin' to the money (Money), I need another comma

Some of 'em love the drama (Yeah)

More than they love they mama, ugh!

[Break: T-Pain]

Welcome to my hood!

[Verse 12: Bun B]

Yeah! Welcome to the land of the trill

Well, everybody walkin' with they hand on they steel

And the model is a supply and demand, and at will

You been outta line with the wrong man and get killed

When you damned if you will, damned if you won't

Lot of dudes sayin' that they can, but they don't

And a lot of boys sayin' that they Gs, but they ain't

Mess around, get laid down in the paint

Better do what you say, say what you do

'Fore I come around your hood, broad day, with the crew

They got them FNs, ARs and Ks with 'em, too

And they will gladiate all day, what it do?! (what it do)

R.I.P. to the trillest that did it

To my Gs on lockdown, acquitted

Think I'ma stop reppin' PAT? Forget it

[Interlude: Waka Flocka Flame]

RIVERDALE! Waka! Flocka! Waka! Flocka!

[Verse 13: Waka Flocka Flame]

Welcome to Clayton County (Ugh! Ugh!)

My house got surrounded (Ugh! Ugh! Flocka!)

The energy tryna drown me

But my hood still around me (RIVERDALE!)

Rookie of the year (Yeah!), no Freshmen cover

Shawty 16 years old, with four baby mothers (Flocka!)

First rapper ever to jump off the stage on BET (Uh-huh)

And since Pac go to Hollywood to keep it street (Ugh!)

First Woo to put T. Rodgers on the TV (Flocka!)

Every day is a party on Grove Street

[Outro: DJ Khaled]

"We The Best Forever"

June 28th

It's gon' be a hot summer