I'm So Hood (feat. Young Jeezy, Ludacris, Busta Rhymes, Big Boi, Lil Wayne, Fat Joe, Birdman & Rick Ross) [Remix]

DJ Khaled, we the best

Who? We, ****, we the best

This the remix, the "I'm So Hood" remix

I'm makin' mo-vies, remix (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

('Cause you and your man is plannin' to hate, I'm so hood!) We run this, man

(And I got these golds up in my mouth, if you get closer to my house then you know what I'm talkin' 'bout) I make hit records, man, this is what I do

(I'm out the hood! And if you feel me put your hands up) I'm out the, this the remix

(Hood) Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up

(My hood **** can you stand up) I gave you, "We Takin' Over"

(I'm so hood! If you not from here you can walk it out) Yo, Khaled

Ay yo, Jeezy

I got 'em homie

(And you not hood if you don't know what we talkin' 'bout) 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

Whip so clean, it don't need no tints

Watch so bright, don't need no light

You know where it were, don't need no mic

**** like, "Young, what you get for a show?"

Tell 'em, "Same thing I used to get for the blow"

Set 'em on the run, ****, what I got to lose?

Put 'em in the vans, I ain't talkin' 'bout the shoes

Do the speed limit, ****, watch out for the lights

Pussy ass **** gotta watch out for the dykes

17-5, yeah, ****, I said it

17-5, yeah, ****, I meant it

And when we do it bad, but I'm doin' good

I'm so, I'm so, I'm so mothafuckin' (In my hood, Luda! Look here)

(Hood) 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, I 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, homes, goin' for the two point conversion

I'm so hood, that Ludacris shoulda been on the original version

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 sea sick

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 hood)

(Remix) And if you feel me, put your hands up

Hood

My hood **** can you stand up?

I'm so hood (Khaled, they actin' like we ain't the king of the streets)

If you're not from here, you can walk it out (And the dogs of the hood)

And you not hood if you don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout (Busta, bust, bitches)

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 bobby pins

You know I keep the 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'd boost for the Spark

(Hood) I'm used to leavin' the strip last, hustlin' till the sun come up, gettin' cash

So much bread in all of my four pockets

It look like a **** got hips with a ass

And from the DNA in my blood, **** idolize me and try to do what I does

And if the other **** ain't really from the hood

You could easily die, tell who the fake **** was

(Hood) And even though I spit a little rap

Got **** in the hood tryna sell the most crack

Violator, my shit, a **** to do what yours

So, make ya spend a lot of money just to get your shit back

Y'all **** know where I'm from

And I rep it to the fullest 'till the day that I'm done

So hood, where we live

If a **** sold drugs and he rich momma still (Proud of her son)

(Hood) Daddy Fat Sacks, so hood, like the Cadillac ornament

On from the Babylon

Call an ambulance, to come and pick that ass up

'Cause a **** never had a chance

They tryna dance with the devil in the pale moon light

Advance on a level that they can't do right

Lay hands on a fella like the men in blue lights

Woop woop, do it twice

(Hood) Ya Boi 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 (I'm so hood)

(Remix) And if you feel me, put your hands up

(Hood) My hood **** 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' about (Alright, Weezy!)

I'm so Holly Grove, New Orleans, home suite (Lil' Weezy-anta)

Home Depot, you will need a hammer

It go down like Frasier, I ain't talkin' Kelsey Grammer

I be shittin' on ya boys, I need a Alka-Seltzer sandwich

(Hood) Since I heard Plies, I done bought the Phantom back

Went and got me a '62 inch Maybach

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, ****, welcome to the crack house

I should own a McDonalds, the way I bring them MACs out

I'm from the hood where every **** lies

Flip a couple grams, they tell ya they baking pies, shit

(Hood) Still got my name carved in that central bookin'

Gave that pussy a scar and told 'em "good lookin'"

You's a crack baby, that means your mama paid me

You can't even blame me, that's what the hood made me

Martin Luther King, Calliope, Magnolia, Melpomene

Makin' that money with a triple beam

We ride on Clyde, on Josephine

Saints is my team, that's what we breathe, ****

That's how we eat, get this money on the streets, ****

(Hood) Be on 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

13 is where I lay, shouts out to M.I.A.

(Hood) 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 a hunnid 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)