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DJ Khaled Lyrics
I'm so Hood (Remix)

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DJ Khaled Lyrics
I'm so Hood (Remix)

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Version 1 of the lyrics

(feat. T-Pain, Young Jeezy,

Ludacris, Lil Wayne & others)

DJ Khaled

We the best

Who

We nigga

We the best

This the remix

The I’m so hood remix

I’m making movies

[T-Pain:]

[T-Pain]

I’m so Hood

Remix

Yeah, I where my pants below

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

to hate (I run this man)

( I run this man)

I’m so hood

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

talking about (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 It you’re not from here you can walk it out

and you not hood if you don't know what I'm talkin bout

If You don’t know what I’m talking about

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

Got all this god damn money on me

Pockets so fat it don’t make no sense

Whips so clean don’t need no tints

Wrists 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

And no where word don’t need no mic

Niggas like young what you get for show?

Niggas like yeah what you get for show?

Tell em same thang I used to get for the blow

Tell em same shit I used to get for the blow

Send on em on the road nigga what I got to lose

Put em in the vans I ain't

Put em in the vans i ain't

talkin' about the shoes

Do the speed limit nigga

watch out for the lights

Pussy ass niggas gotta watch out for the dikes

Seventeen five yeah nigga I said it

Seventeen five yeah nigga I meant it

Seventeen five yeah nigga yeah 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 fucking hood

I’m so I’m so i'm so mother fucking hood

[Verse 2: Ludacris]

[Verse 2 (Ludacris)]

Everybody come equipped with bangas

Everybdy 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

And I cut the braids off with

the waves and the fade

the waves and the fade that

will make you sea sick

See this is the way that we ball

And this is the way we brawl

And this is the way we roll

So put a fist in the air if you care

Then united we stand and divided we fall

United we stand and divided we fall

When the south's in the house

When the south is in the house you

better watch your mouth

Cause we on that hood shit I’m hood rich

Coming around your hood bitch

I swear I'm so..

I swear i'm so..

[Chorus: T-Pain, Busta Rhymes]

[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

can walk it out (the king of

the king of the streets and the gods of the

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]

[Verse 3 Busta Rhymes]

See all I know is that I got to get my money

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

Where the doo be wrapped

head full of bobby pins

You know I keep the thing when I walk

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 nigga got hips with an ass

It looks like a nigga got tits with an ass

And from the DNA in my blood

Niggas idolize me and

Try to do what I does

And if the other nigga ain’t really from the hood

And if the other nigga ain’t really hood

You can easily die

tell who that fake nigga 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 nigga to do

Violator, i send a nigga 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

and my niggas ride in the sun

[Verse 4: Big Boi]

[Verse 4 (Big Boi)]

Daddy Fat Sacks

Fatty Fat Fat

So hood like the Cadillac

On the mint full of my babalance

Call an ambulance

To come and pick his ass up because a

nigga 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

You’re 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

Bust them things not 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]

[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]

[Verse 5 (Lil Wayne)]

I’m so Hollygrove, New Orleans

I’m so Hollgrove, 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

I’m so hood

[Verse 6: Fat Joe]

[Verse 6 (Fat Joe)]

Yeah nigga

Welcome to the crack house

I should own the McDonalds

Pass it on to McDonalds

The way I bring the mac's out

I’m from the hood where every nigga lies

Flip a couple grams

Flip a couple grand

they tell you the baking pies shit

Still got my name carved in that central booklet

Still got my name carved in that central bucket

Gave that pussy 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]

[Verse 7 (Baby)]

Martin Luther King (MLK)

Calliope, Magnolia, Melphimine

Callio, Magnolia, Melphimine

Gettin that Money with a triple beam

See rattle cry your Josephine

Saints is my team

that’s what we breathe nigga

that’s how we eat

get this money on the streets nigga

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

Then hit back where I’m staying

Third war we get that cake

Thirteen is where I lay

shouts out to MIA

shots out to MIA

[Verse 8: Rick Ross]

[Verse 8 (Rick Ross)]