I'm so hood! Remix!
I wear my pants below my waist
And I never dance when I'm in this place (we always gon' be the best)
'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!
And you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
I'm out the (hood!)
And if you feel me, put your hands 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
You got me? We run this, man, we run this!
I'm so H to the double-O-D
Walk 'round, this goddamn money on me
Pockets so fat, it don't make no sense (nope)
Whip so clean, it don't need no tint (nah)
Watch so bright, don't need no light
It know every word, don't need no mic
Niggas like, "Young, what you get for a show?" (show)
Tell 'em same thing I used to get for the blow (woo!)
Send 'em on the road, nigga, what I got to lose? (Lose)
Put 'em in the vans, I ain't talkin' 'bout the shoes (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
They want me doin' bad, but I'm doin' good
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hood! (Luda!)
Look here, everybody come equipped with bangers (blah!)
Throwin' up our middle fingers (what?)
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 (okay)
Through the stress and strife
Had to earn my stripes like I played with the Bengals (woo!)
I'm in the zone, homes (ay)
Goin' for the two-point conversion (oh)
I'm so hood that Ludacris should've been on the original version (yup)
But this is the remix for the cheap tricks hittin' sweet licks
And I cut the braids off, but the waves and the fade'll make you seasick (ha!)
See, this is the way that we ball (ay)
And this is the way that we brawl (ay)
So put a fist in the air if you care
That united we stand and divided we fall (ay)
When the South's in the house, better watch your mouth
'Cause we on that hood shit, I'm hood rich
I'm hood rich, comin' around your hood, bitch
I swear, I'm so-
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
And you not hood if you don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout
See, all I know is how to go and get my money again and again (huh)
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 bobby pins
You know I keep the thang when I walk
See the dialect different from the slang in my talk (huh)
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 (huh)
Hustlin' until the sun come up, gettin' cash (huh)
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 (huh)
Niggas idolize me and try to do what I does (ah)
And if the other nigga ain't really from the hood
You could easily die, tell who the fake nigga was (huh!)
And even though I spit a little rap
Got niggas in the hood tryna sell the most crack (ah)
Violate, I might send a nigga to do it
Just 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 (ah)
So hood where we live, if a nigga sold drugs and he rich
Mama still proud of her son!
Daddy Fat Saxx, so hood like the Cadillac ornament on from the Babylon
Call an ambulance to come and pick that ass up
'Cause a nigga never had a chance (woo, woo)
They tryin' to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight
Advance on the level that they can't do right
Lay hands on a fella like the man in blue lights
Woop, woop! Do it twice
Your boy, the B-I-G
I'm nicer than MC in your top three
You cocky, I cock, squeeze
Bust them thangs, 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 it
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 your bars, I need an Alka-Seltzer slammer
Since I heard Plies, I done bought the Phantom back
And went and got me a 52-inch Maybach (Calca, Calca, Calca!)
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
Yeah, nigga, welcome to the crackhouse
I should own a McDonald's the way I bring the MACs 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 him, "Good lookin'" (yeah)
You's a crack baby (crack), that means your mama paid me
You can't even blame me, that's what the hood made me
Martin Luther King (MLK), Calliope, Magnolia, Melpomene
Gettin' that money with a triple beam (triple beam)
We ride on Clyde, on Josephine
Saints is my team, that's what we breathe, nigga (that's what we breathe, nigga)
That's how we eat, get this money on the streets, nigga (hood)
VL my street, Blood (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 (that cake)
Thirteen is where I lay (where I lay)
Shouts out to M.I.A.
Mo' money, mo' problems (uh), don't call me conceited (no)
Just call me the boss (boss), always got what you needed
M-I-Yayo so hot (hot), but my neck got the fever (fever)
If you sneeze, you get shot (shot), Gunplay makin' believers (hood)
I just bought me a ranch (ranch), watch your hundred stacks
No, those ain't Rolex diamonds (no), what you done to that? (Ah)
You fools fugazi ('azi), my fools from Haiti (Haiti)
I move some daily (yeah), it's a movie, baby (hood)