I'm so Hood (Remix)

I'm so Hood (Remix)
DJ Khaled
We the best
Who
We
We the best
This the remix
The I’m so hood remix
I’m making movies
[T-Pain:]
I’m so Hood
Remix
Yeah, I where my pants below
my waist (we always gonna
be the best)
And I never dance when I’m in this place
Because you and your man is planning
to hate I’m so hood
( I run this man)
And I got these gold up in my mouth
If you get closer to my house
Then you’ll know what I’m
talking about bitch (I make hit
records this is what I do)
(I’m of the) hood (This the remix)
And if you feel me put your
hands up Hood (put em up, put
em up, put em up)
My hood niggas can you feel me (I
gave you we taking over)
I’m so hood
And if you’re not from here you can walk it out
and you not hood if you don't know what I'm talkin bout
I‘m so Hood (hey young jeezy)
(you got me we run this man we run this)

[Verse 1 (Young Jeezy)]
I’m so h to the double-o d
Walk 'round this god damn money on me
Pockets so fat it don’t make no sense
Whips so clean don’t need no tints
Watch so bright I don’t need no light
And Know every word don’t need no mic
Niggas like young what you get for show?
Tell em same thang I used to get for the blow
Send on em on the road ni*** what I got to lose
Put em in the vans I ain't
talkin' about the shoes
Do the speed limit ni***
watch out for the lights
Pussy ass niggas gotta watch out for the dikes
Seventeen five yeah ni*** I said it
Seventeen five yeah ni*** I meant it
And when we do it bad and when we do it good
I’m so I’m so I'm so mother fuc*** hood
[Verse 2: Ludacris]
Everybody come equipped with bangas
Throwing up our middle fangas
And you know I don’t slip so I
gotta keep 10 in the clip and
1 the chambers
Better be walking with angels
And never take candy from strangers
Luda's dressed in stripes had
to earn my stripes like I
played with the Bengals
I’m in the zone homes going for
the two point conversion
I’m so hood that Ludacris
should have been on the
original version
But this is the remix
With the cheap tricks
Hitting sweet licks
And I cut the braids off but
the waves and the fade
will make you sea sick
See this is the way that we ball
And this is the way we brawl
So put a fist in the air if you care
Then united we stand and divided we fall
When the south's in the house
better watch your mouth
Cause we on that hood shit I’m hood rich
Coming around your hood bitch
I swear I'm so..

[Chorus: T-Pain, Busta Rhymes]
I’m so hood (remix)
And if you feel me put your hands up
Hood
My hood niggas can you stand up
(I’m so hood)
And if you ain’t from here you
can walk it out (Khaled they act like we aint
the king of the streets and the gods of the
hood)
You ain’t hood if you don’t
know what I’m talking about
(Busta bust bitches)
I’m so hood
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
See all I know is that I got to get my money
Again and again
top down
Let the money blow in the wind
with bad bitch sitting in the passenger seat
With the doo be wrapped
head full of bobby pins
You know I keep the thing when I walk
see the dialect
Different from the slang of my talk
Baby still living got a crack
in front of another bad bitch
that will
Boost for the spot
I’m used to leaving the strip last
Hustling until the sun comes up getting cash
So much bread in all of my coat pockets
It looks like a ni*** got hips with an ass
And from the DNA in my blood
Niggas idolize me and
Try to do what I does
And if the other ni*** ain’t really from the hood
You can easily die
tell who that fake ni*** was (Hood)
And even though I split a little rap
Got Niggas in the hood trying
to sell the most crack
Violator, might send a ni*** to do
it just to make you spend a lot
of money just to get your shit
back
Yall niggas know where I’m from
And I rep it to the fullest until
the day that I’m done
So hood where we live where my niggas
sold drugs and they rich
mommas still proud of her son

[Verse 4: Big Boi]
Daddy Fat Sacks
So hood like the Cadillac
On the mint full of my babalance
Call an ambulance
To come and pick his ass up because a
ni*** never had a chance
They try to dance with a devil
in the pale moonlight
Advance on the level that they can’t do right
Lay hands on a fellow like
the man in blue lights
Woop, woop
Do it twice
Yo boy the B - I - G
I’m nicer than mc in your top three
You cocky?
I cock, Squeeze
Bust them things now you sloppy
Speed it up,slow it down,then screw it
Don’t bite the flow because I got that blew it
Run through the crew or some
whole other new shit
Newness bitch we do this
[Chorus: T-Pain, Lil Wayne]
I’m so hood (remix)
And if you feel me put your hands up
Hood
My hood niggas can you feel me I’m so hood
And if you ain’t from here you
can walk it out (up out)
You ain’t hood if you don’t know what
I’m talking about (Weezy)
I’m so hood

[Verse 5: Lil Wayne]
I’m so Hollygrove, New Orleans
Lilweezyana
home sweet home depot
you will need a hammer
it go down like fraiser
I ain’t talking Kelsey grammer
I be shitting on your boys I need
an alka-seltzer sandwich
Since I heard Plies I done
brought the phantom back
Went and got me a 52 inch
Maybach
I'm eating like a big dog
I’m so full, I’m so good
I’m so straight, you so fake
I’m so real, I'm so hood
[Verse 6: Fat Joe]
Yeah ni***
Welcome to the crack house
I should own the McDonalds
The way I bring the mac's out
I’m from the hood where every ni*** lies
Flip a couple grams
they tell you the baking pies shit
Still got my name carved in that central booklet
Gave that pu*** a scar and
told her good lookin'
You's a crack baby that
means your momma paid me
You can’t even blame me that’s
what the hood made me

[Verse 7: Baby]
Martin Luther King (MLK)
Calliope, Magnolia, Melphimine
Gettin that Money with a triple beam
See rattle cry your Josephine
Saints is my team
that’s what we breathe ni***
that’s how we eat
get this money on the streets ni***
V L my street blood
5 star G blood
Fly as a bird
Got these eagles on my seat blood
Then head back where I stay
Third war we get that cake
Thirteen is where I lay
shouts out to MIA
[Verse 8: Rick Ross]
More money more problems
Don’t call me conceited
Just call me the boss
Always got watch you needed
MIA you’re so hot
But my neck got the fever
If you sneeze you get shot
Gun play make him believe us
I just bought me a ranch
Watch the hundred stacks
No those ain’t Rolex diamonds
What you done to that?
You fools for gazing
My fools from Haiti
I move some daily
It’s a movie baby
Hood