DJ Khaled - I'm So Hood (Remix) (feat. Young Jeezy, Ludacris, Busta Rhymes, Big Boi, Lil Wayne, Fat Joe, Birdman & Rick Ross) (DJ Fonzy - All-Madden 19.0: Dinner With The Bo$$E$ Mixtape) (2011)

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DJ Khaled - I'm So Hood (Remix) (feat. Young Jeezy, Ludacris, Busta Rhymes, Big Boi, Lil Wayne, Fat Joe, Birdman & Rick Ross) (DJ Fonzy - All-Madden 19.0: Dinner With The Bo$$E$ Mixtape) lyrics


[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 making mo-vies
I’m so hood (remix)

[Chorus - T-Pain]
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 (we run this, man)
I’m so hood
And I got this gold up in my mouth
If you get closer to my house
Then you’ll know what I’m talking about (I make hit records, this is what I do)
I’m out 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 stand up? (I gave you ‘We Takin’ Over’)
I’m so hood
(Yo Khaled!)
(Hey Young Jeezy!)
If you’re not from here you can walk it out
(I got ‘em, homie)
(You got me?)
If you don’t know what I’m talking about
(We run this, man, we run this!)

[Verse 1 - Young Jeezy]
I’m so h-to-the-double-o-d
Walk around with this goddamn money on me
Pockets so fat it don’t make no sense
Whip’s so clean it don’t need no tints
Watch so bright don’t need no light
And no where word don’t need no mic
Niggas like, “Young, what you get for show?”
Tell ‘em same thing I used to get for the blow
Send on ‘em on the run, nigg, what I got to lose?
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 dykes
Seventeen-five, yeah nigga, I said it
Seventeen-five, yeah nigga, I meant it
And when we do it bad and when we do it good
I’m so, I’m so, I’m so motherfucking…

[Verse 2 - Ludacris]
Everybody 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 one in the chamber
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 with the waves and the fade will 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 is in the house you 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]
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 (Khalid, they actin’ like we aint’ the king of 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]
See, all I know is that I got to go 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 doobie wrapped, head full of bobby pins
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 sport
I’m used to leaving the strip last
Hustling until the sun comes up, getting cash
So much bread in all of my four pockets
It looks 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 the other nigga ain’t really from the hood
You can easily die and tell who that fake nigga was (hood)
And even though I spit a little rap
Got niggas in the hood trying to sell the most crack
Violator, I 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 until the day that I’m done
So hood where we live if a nigga sold drugs and they rich
Mama still proud of her son

[Verse 4 - Big Boi]
Daddy Fat Sacks
So hood like the Cadillac ornament on front of a bambalance
Call an ambulance to come and pick his ass up because a nigga never had a chance
They trying 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
Your boy, the B-I-G
I’m nicer than MCs 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 because I got that fluid
Run through the crew on some whole other new shit
Newness, bitch, we do this

[Chorus - T-Pain]
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 (alright)
You ain’t hood if you don’t know what I’m talking about (Weezy!)
I’m so hood

[Verse 5 - Lil Wayne]
I’m so Hollygrove, New Orleans, Lil Weezyana
Home sweet Home Depot you will need a hammer
It go down like Frazier
I ain’t talking Kelsey Grammar
I be shitting on your boys, I need an Alka-Seltzer sandwich uh
Since I heard Plies I done brought the Phantom back
And 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

[Verse 6 - Fat Joe]
Yeah nigga
Welcome to the crack house
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 grand they tell you they bakin’ pies, shit
Still got my name carved in that Central Booking
Gave that pussy a scar and told her 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

[Verse 7 - Birdman]
Martin Luther King (MLK)
Callio, Magnolia, Melpomene
Gettin’ that money with a triple beam
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’m staying
Third ward we get that cake
Thirteen is where I lay
Shouts out to MIA

[Verse 8 - Rick Ross]
More money, more problems
Don’t call me conceited
Just call me the Boss
Always got what you needed
MIA you’re so hot
But my neck got the fever
If you sneeze you get shot
Gunplay make ‘em believe us
I just bought me a ranch
Watch the hundred stacks
No those ain’t Rolex diamonds
What you done to that?
You fools from daisy
My fools from Haiti
I move some daily
It’s a movie baby
(Hood)


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