Hood Boy (feat. Big Boi) [Acappella]

Yeah

Ya gotta understand what I'm talkin' about

I'm talkin' about on this one

Sexy

Sexy as hell to me

Yeah

Love

Love

So lemme tell ya bout a player I know

Six foot, four

Two twenty five

He's all the way live

See, where I come from

We like 'em like that

He don't talk smack

He just twist caps off

See, that's the only kinda dude I'm demandin'

And every girl like me understand it

And the ones that ain't

They still gotta have it

They don't know why

But they stay chattin'

I need a hood boy

Wifebeaters and jeans

Always in the trap

And he looks so mean

I need a hood boy

Gon' head pretty

We don't like them there

Need sumthin' mo' realer

I need a hood boy

Hot boys, rock boys

Street boys, B-boys

Man, I love them boys

He knows how to treat a lady

But he won't let you get too rowdy

Ooooh, he stands up for himself

That's what I like most about him

He's all I see

And all I need

And all that I want

And all that I'mmm used to

I swear that my man's the truth

(Oooohhh)

I said I swear

That my man's the truth

I need a hood boy

Wifebeaters and jeans

Always in the trap

And he looks so mean

I need a hood boy

Gon' head pretty

We don't like them there

Need sumthin' mo' realer

I need a hood boy

Hot boys, rock boys

Street boys, B-boys

Man, I love them boys

I need a hood boy

Wifebeaters and jeans

Always in the trap

And he looks so mean

I need a hood boy

Gon' head pretty

We don't like them there

Need sumthin' mo' realer

I need a hood boy

Hot boys, rock boys

Street boys, B-boys

Man, I love them boys

B-A-double D-Y stay fly

So fly ever since a **** started sayin' bye

That's right stand by

'Cause we about to take flight

Not a 747

But the music and the mic-ro-phone home

If you want someone waitin' baby

Go on home

Don't wanna jeopardize ya safety

Maybe later

We shake the haters and gets busy

You say you wanna do same thing

Then get wit me

If not

Then hit me

I know you know the history

Last **** ridin' round lookin' real crispy

Ridin' round town, top down on the grizzy

Grind all the time to stay hot or either sizzlin'

I thought I told ya **** we run stop signs

Cause we don't stop

'Til the cops come knockin' for two block shine

Not mine!

I need a hood boy

Wifebeaters and jeans

Always in the trap

And he looks so mean

I need a hood boy

Gon' head pretty

We don't like them there

Need sumthin' mo' realer

I need a hood boy

Hot boys, rock boys

Street boys, B-boys

Man, I love them boys

Hey, hey, shortie

Wanna rock with you

Shortie wanna rock with you

Wanna bop with you

I wanna ride with you