I'm So Hood (Remix)

[Intro: DJ Khaled] DJ Khaled! We the best Who? We, nigga! We the best This the remix! The "I'm So Hood" remix! I'm makin' mo—vies! I'm so hood, remix! [Chorus: T-Pain, DJ Khaled & Jeezy] (I'm so hood!) Yeah, I wear my pants below my waist And I never dance when I'm in this place We always gon' be the best, man 'Cause you and your man is plannin' to hate (We run this, man) (I'm so hood!) And I got these golds up in my mouth I make hit records, man, this is what I do If you get closer to my house, then you know what I'm talkin' 'bout I'm out the (Hood!) And if you feel me, put your hands up I'm out the, this the remix (Hood!) My hood niggas, can you stand up? Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up I gave you We Takin' Over (Yo Khaled) (I'm so hood!) If you not from here you can walk it out Ay, Young Jeezy (I got 'em, homie) And you not hood if you don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout You got me? (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm (We run this, man, we run this!) [Verse 1: Jeezy, Ludacris & T-Pain] I'm so H to the double O-D Walk around, there's goddamn money on me Pockets so fat, don't make no sense Whips so clean, it don't need no tints Watch so bright, it don't need no light You know where it were, don't need no mic Niggas like, "Young, what you get for your show?" Tell 'em, "Same thing I used to get for the blow" Set 'em on the run, nigga, what I got to lose? Put 'em in the vans, I ain't talkin' 'bout the shoes Do the speed limit, nigga, watch out for the lights Pussy ass niggas, gotta watch out for the dykes Seventeen-five, yeah nigga, I said it Seventeen-five, yeah nigga, I meant it And when we do it bad, but I'm doin' good (In my hood, Luda!) I'm so, I'm so, I'm so mother— (Hood!) [Verse 2: Ludacris & T-Pain] Look here, everybody come equipped with bangers Throwin' up our middle fingers And you know I don't slip So I gotta keep ten in the clip and one in the chamber Better be walkin' with angels And never take candy from strangers Through the stress and strife Had to earn my stripes like I played with the Bengals (Hood!) I'm in the zone, holmes, goin' for the two-point conversion I'm so hood that Ludacris shoulda been on the original version 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 seasick See this is the way that we ball 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 shit I'm hood rich, comin' around your hood, bitch I swear I'm so— [Chorus: T-Pain, DJ Khaled & Busta Rhymes] I'm so hood! (Remix!) and if you feel me, put your hands up (Hood!) My hood niggas, can you stand up? Khaled, they actin' like we ain't (I'm so hood!) If you not from here you can walk it out The kings of the streets and the gods of the hood And you not hood if you don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout Busta Bust, bitches! I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm so hood! [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes & T-Pain] See all I know is how to go and get my money again and again Top down, let the money blow in the wind With a bad bitch sittin' in the passenger seat With a doobie-wrapped head full of bobbie pins You know I keep that thang when I walk See the dialect different from the slang in my talk Baby still leavin', got a crackhead frontin' Got another bad bitch that'll boost for the spark (Hood!) I'm used to leavin' the strip last Hustlin' until the sun comes up gettin' cash So much bread in all of my four pockets It look like a nigga got hips with an ass And from the DNA in my blood Niggas idolize me and try to do what I does And if that other nigga ain't really from the hood You can easily die, tell who that fake nigga was (Hood!) And even though I spit a little rap Got niggas in the hood tryna sell the most crack Violate, I might send a nigga to do a jux To make you spend a lot of money just to get your shit back! Y'all niggas 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 nigga sold drugs And he rich, momma still proud of her son! (Hood!) [Verse 4: Big Boi & T-Pain] Daddy Fat Saxxx so hood like the Cadillac Ornament, on from the Babylon Call an ambulance to come and pick that ass up Cause the nigga never had the chance They tryna dance with the devil in a pale moonlight Advance on a level that they can't do right Lay hands on a fella like the man in blue lights Whoop, whoop, do it twice (Hood!) Your 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 cause I got that fluid Run through the crew on some whole other new shit Newness, bitch, we do this [Chorus: T-Pain, DJ Khaled & Lil Wayne] 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!) If you not from here, you can walk it out (Alright) And you not hood if you don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout (Weezy!) I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm so hood! [Verse 5: Lil Wayne, T-Pain & Fat Joe] I'm so Hollygrove, New Orleans (Lil Weezyana) Home sweet, Home Depot, you will need a hammer It go down like Frasier, I ain't talkin' Kelsey Grammer I be shittin' on you boys, I need a Alka-Seltzer sandwich, ugh (Hood!) Since I heard Plies, I done bought the Phantom back And went and got me a fifty-two inch Maybach (Calca, ghetto gatka, haha) I'm eatin' 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 (I'm so hood!) Yup, crack, crack, crack, crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack [Verse 6: Fat Joe, T-Pain & Birdman] Yeah nigga, welcome to the Crackhouse I should own a McDonald's the way I bring the MAC's out I'm from the hood where every nigga lies Flip a couple grams, they tell you they bakin' pies, shit (Hood!) Still got my name carved in that central bookin' Gave that pussy a scar and told her, "Good lookin'" (Yeah) 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: Birdman & T-Pain] Martin Luther King, Calliope, Magnolia, Melpomene Gettin' that money with a triple beam We ride on Clyde, on Josephine Saints is my team, that's what we breathe nigga That's how we eat, get this money on the streets nigga (Hood!) VL my street, blood, five star G, blood Fly as a bird, got these eagles on my seat, blood Then head back where I stay, 3rd Ward, we get that cake Thirteen is where I lay, shouts out to M-I-A (Hood!) [Verse 8: Rick Ross & T-Pain] Mo' money, mo' problems, don't call me conceited Just call me the boss, always got what you needed M-I-Yayo so hot, but my neck got the fever If you sneeze, you get shot, Gunplay makin' believers (Hood!) I just bought me a ranch, watch the hundreds stacks No, those ain't Rolex diamonds, what you done to that? You fools fugazi, my fools from Haiti I moves 'em daily; it's a movie, baby! (Hood!)