Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody And if I got it everybody got it uh Look at all these old school Chevy's Twenty four's so you know we roll heavy uh They outside playing hopscotch And every know this is the hot spot Them boys will put you down

ALPHAdog and oh, oh OMEGAlomaniac Eh, eh, eh-eh, eh, eh Welcome to the new deja vu I can almost see the wizard through the curtains I'm a, I'm a star ALPHAdog and oh, OMEGAlomaniac You're not the first Or the last but you're possibly the prettiest

Welcome to the house of pain, Just Blaze niggaz Theres no we, it seems I can't get free Sombody tell me what's happenin to me The country bud got me chokin I'm on a mission to the point motherfuckers think I'm smokin Yea that sick nigga Biggie wit the

(Welcome to L.A) Where you can see the whole city burning 'Cause the cops got Uzis and the dealers keep serving And your kids ain't learning shit, except this Sex power and wealth, fuck everything else Trying to survive, Los Angeles Times Trying to

Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Such a lovely face. On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew

I am francisco vasquez garcia I am welcome to almeria We have sin gas and con leche We have fiesta and feria We have the song of the cochona We have brandy and half corona And leonardo and his accordione And kalamari and macaroni Come all you rambling

Power on, power on Drop the pin on the mood that you're in If it feels like a home I thought it mattered what I say, but I was wrong I thought you were second place to every song I thought you'd overstayed your welcome, I was wrong Have you ever

We'll carry on Your memory will carry on Will never take my heart You can try You'll never break me When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, son, when you grow up

Rageaholics Diabolical badass Nobody gives a fuck Hey, we're party addicts Don't get it twisted We're just addicted to the lifestyle Official welcome to the rageaholics Start the party

We're back again Let's make a toast, come raise your glasses high To every one of you who doubted us To every one of us since "karma's a bitch right"