Trick Daddy - I'm So Hood (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: DJ Khaled] DJ KHALED! We the best Who, we n***a? We the best This the remix, the I'm so hood remix I'm making, mo-vies - I'm SO HOOD! REMIX! [Hook: T-Pain] I'm so HOOD! Yeah, I wear my pants below my waist And I never dance when I'm in this place Cause you and your man is planning to hate I'm so HOOD! And I got these golds up in my mouth If you get closer to my house then you know what I'm talking bout I'm out the HOOD! And if you feel me put your hands up HOO-OOD! My hood n***as can you stand up I'm so HOOD! If you not from here you can walk it out And you not hood if you don't know what I'm talkin bout (I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm - SO, HOOD!) [DJ Khaled - over Hook] We always gonna be the best man, we run this man I make hit records, man, this is what I do I'm out the.. this the remix Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up I gave you "We Takin' Over" (yo Khaled) Ayo Jeezy (I got 'em, homie) Yo got me? WE RUN THIS MAN, WE RUN THIS! [Young Jeezy] I'm so H to the double-O D Walk around there's goddamn money on me Pockets so fat it don't make no sense Whips so clean don't need no tints Watch so bright don't need no light You know where it were don't need no mic n***as like Young what you get for your show Tell 'em same thing I used to get for the blow Set em on the raw n***a what I got to lose Put 'em in the Vans - I ain't talking bout the shoes Do the speed limit watch out for the lights p**y a** n***as gotta watch out for the dykes Seventeen five, yeah n***a I said it, seventeen five, yeah n***a I meant it And when we do it bad, but I'm doing good - I'm so, I'm so, I'm so motherf**in' (HOOD) [Ludacris] In my hood - LUDA... Everybody come equipped with bangers(BLAOW) Throwin' up our middle fangers (what) And you know I don't slip so I gotta keep ten in the clip and one in the chamber Better be walking with angels and never take candy from strangers (okay) Through the stress and strife, had to earn my stripes like I played with the Bengals (WHOOO) {HOOD} I'm in the zone homes, goin' for the two-point conversion (oh) I'm so hood that Ludacris shoulda been on the original version (yup) But this is the remix, with the cheap tricks, hittin sweet licks And I cut the braids off but the waves and the fade'll make you sea-sick (OHHH) See this is the way that we ball (hey), and this is the way that we brawl So put a fist in the air if you care that united we stand and divided we fall When the South's in the house better watch your mouth Cause we on that hood sh** I'm hood rich, comin' around your hood b**h, I swear I'm so... [Hook] - second half only [Busta Rhymes] Khaled, they actin' like we ain't The kings of the streets and the gods of the hood BUSTA, BUST, b*tchES... See all I know is how to go and get my money g-gain and again Top down let the money blow in the wind With a bad b**h sitting in the pa**enger seat With a doobie-wrapped head full of bobbie pins You know I keep that thing when I walk See the dialect different from the slang in my talk Baby still leaving got a crackhead fronting got another bad b**h that'll boost for the spark (HOOD) I'm used to leaving the strip last Hustlin' until the sun comes up getting cash So much bread in all of my four pockets It look like a n***a got hips with an a** And from the DNA in my blood n***as idolize me and try to do what I does And if that other n***a ain't really from the hood you can easily die take who that fake n***a was (HOOD) And even though I spit a little rap Got n***as in the hood try to sell the most crack Violator I send a n***a to do it just to make you spend a lot of money Just to get your sh** back Y'all n***as know where I'm from and I rep it to the fullest til the day that I'm done So hood where we live if a n***a sold d** and he rich momma still proud of her son (HOOD) [Big Boi] Daddy Fat Sacks so hood like a Cadillac ornament on from the Baby-lon Call an ambulance to come and pick that a** up cause the n***a never had the chance They try, to dance with the devil in a pale moonlight, Advance on a level that they can't do right Lay hands on a fella like a man in blue lights - (WHOOP, WHOOP) do it twice Your boy the B-I-G I'm nicer than MC on your top three You co*ky, I co*k, squeeze Bust them things now you sloppy Speed it up, slow it down then screw it, Don't bite the flow cause I got that fluid Run through the crew on some whole other new sh**, newness b**h we do this [Hook] - second half only [Lil Wayne] Alright.. Weezy I'm so Hollygrove, New Orleans, Lil Weezy-ana Home sweet Home De-pot you will need a hammer, it go Down like Frasier, I ain't talking Kelsey Grammer I be, sh**tin' on you boys I need an Alka-Seltzer sandwich (HOOD) Since I heard Plies I done bought the Phantom back Went and got me a fifty-two 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) [Fat Joe] Coca, ghetto gatka, haha Yup, crack, crack, crack, cr-cr-cr-cr-cr-cr Yeah n***a, welcome to the Crackhouse I should own a McDonald's the way I bring the Macs out I'm from the hood where, every n***a lies Flip a couple grams they tell you they baking pies, sh** {HOOD} Still got my name carved in that central booking Gave that p**y a scar and told her good looking Youse a crack baby (crack), that means your Momma paid me You can't even blame me, that's what the hood made me [Birdman] Martin Luther King (MLK), Calliope, Magnolia, Melphamine Getting that money with the triple beam, see ride of Clyde your Josephine Saints is my team that's what we breathe n***a That's how we eat, get this money on the streets n***a (HOOD) VL my street blood, five star G blood Fly as a bird, got these Eagles on my seat, blood Then hit back where I stay, Third Ward we get that cake Thirteen is where I lay, shots out to MIA (HOOD) [Rick Ross] Mo' money, mo' problems, don't call me conceited (nope) Just call me the boss, always got what you needed MIA oh so hot but my neck got the fever If you sneeze you get shot, gunplay making believers {HOOD} I just bought me a ranch, watch the hundreds stacks No those ain't Rolex diamonds (nah) - WHAT YOU DONE TO THAT You fools fugazi, my fools from Haiti I moves em daily, it's a movie baby {HOOD}