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dj khaled - i'm so hood (remix) lyrics

[intro: dj khaled]
dj khaled! we the best
who? we n-gga! we the best
this the remix, the i’m so hood remix
i’m makin’ movies
i’m so hood remix!

[chorus: t-pain]
i’m so hood! yeah, i wear my pants below my waist
and i never dance when i’m in this place
’cause you and your man is plannin’ to hate
i’m so hood! 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’m out the hood! and if you feel me, put your hands up
hood! my hood n-ggas, 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
i’m i’m i’m i’m i’m so hood!

[dj khaled over chorus]
we always gonna be the best, man
we run this, man
i make hit records, man, this is what i do
i’m out the… this the remix
put ’em up, put ’em up, put ’em up
i gave you “we takin’ over” (yo khaled)
ayo, jeezy (i got ’em, homie)
you got me? we run this, man, we run this!

[verse 1: young jeezy]
i’m so h to the double-o d
walk around there’s godd-mn money on me
pockets so fat it don’t make no sense
whips so clean don’t need no tints
watch so bright don’t need no light
you know where it were don’t need no mic
n-ggas like, “young, what you get for your show?”
tell ’em same thing i used to get for the blow
set ’em on the raw, n-gga, 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
p-ssy–ss n-ggas, gotta watch out for the dyk-s
seventeen five, yeah n-gga, i said it
seventeen five, yeah n-gga, i meant it
and when we do it bad, but i’m doin’ good
i’m so, i’m so, i’m so motherf-ckin’ (hood!)

[verse 2: ludacris]
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
and never take candy from strangers
through the stress and strife
had to earn my stripes like i played with the bengals
i’m in the zone, holmes, goin’ for the two-point conversion
i’m so hood that ludacris shoulda been on the original version
but this is the remix, with the cheap tricks, hittin’ sweet l!cks
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 sh-t
i’m hood rich, comin’ around your hood, b-tch, i swear i’m so—

[chorus: t-pain]
i’m out the hood! and if you feel me, put your hands up
hood! my hood n-ggas, 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
i’m i’m i’m i’m i’m so hood!

[busta rhymes over chorus]
khaled, they actin’ like we ain’t
the kings of the streets and the gods of the hood
busta bust, b-tches!

[verse 3: busta rhymes]
see all i know is how to go and get my money g-gain and again
top down, let the money blow in the wind
with a bad b-tch sittin’ in the p-ssenger seat
with a doobie-wrapped head full of bobbie pins
you know i keep that thang when i walk
see the dialect different from the slang in my talk
baby still leavin’, got a crackhead frontin’
got another bad b-tch that’ll boost for the spark
i’m used to leavin’ the strip last
hustlin’ until the sun comes up gettin’ cash
so much bread in all of my four pockets
it look like a n-gga got hips with an -ss
and from the dna in my blood
n-ggas idolize me and try to do what i does
and if that other n-gga ain’t really from the hood
you can easily die, take who that fake n-gga was
and even though i spit a little rap
got n-ggas in the hood try to sell the most crack
violator, i send a n-gga to do it just to make you spend a lot of money just to get your sh-t back
y’all n-ggas know where i’m from
and i rep it to the fullest ’til the day that i’m done
so hood where we live, if a n-gga sold drugs
and he rich momma still proud of her son

[verse 4: big boi]
daddy fat sacks so hood like a cadillac ornament
on from the baby-lon
call an ambulance to come and pick that -ss up
’cause the n-gga never had the chance
they try to dance with the devil in a pale moonlight,
advance on a level that they can’t do right
lay hands on a fella like a man in blue lights
whoop, whoop! do it twice!
your boy the b-i-g
i’m nicer than mc on your top three
you c-cky, i c-ck, 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 sh-t
newness, b-tch, we do this

[verse 5: lil wayne]
i’m so hollygrove, new orleans, lil weezy-ana
home sweet home de-pot, you will need a hammer
it go down like frasier, i ain’t talkin’ kelsey grammer
i be sh-ttin’ on you boys, i need an alka-seltzer sandwich (hood)
since i heard plies i done bought the phantom back
went and got me a fifty-two 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!)
(coca, ghetto gatka, haha
yup, crack, crack, crack, cr-cr-cr-cr)

[verse 6: fat joe]
yeah n-gga, welcome to the crackhouse
i should own a mcdonald’s the way i bring the mac’s out
i’m from the hood where every n-gga lies
flip a couple grams they tell you they bakin’ pies
sh-t, still got my name carved in that central bookin’
gave that p-ssy 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: birdman]
martin luther king, calliope, magnolia, melphamine
gettin’ that money with the triple beam
see ride of clyde your josephine
saints is my team, that’s what we breathe n-gga
that’s how we eat, get this money on the streets n-gga
vl my street, blood – five star g, blood
fly as a bird, got these eagles on my seat, blood
then hit back where i stay, third ward we get that cake
thirteen is where i lay, shouts out to mia

[verse 8: rick ross]
mo’ money, mo’ problems, don’t call me conceited
just call me the boss, always got what you needed
mia oh so hot but my neck got the fever
if you sneeze you get shot, gunplay makin’ believers
i just bought me a ranch, watch the hundreds 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!

- dj khaled lyrics

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