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Paroles DJ Khaled Ft. Lil'Wayne & Busta Rhymes - Im So Hood Remix
DJ Khaled
We the best
Who
We nigga
We the best
This the remix
The I'm so hood remix
I'm making more
I'm so Hood
Remix
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 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 (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 taking over)
I'm so hood
And It you're not from here you can walk it out
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
I run this god damn money on me
Pocket so fat it don't make no sense
Whips so clean don't need no tints
Watch so bright I don't need no light
And no where word don't need no might
Niggas like Young what you get for a show
Tell'em same thing I used to get for the blow
Sit em on the row nigga what I got to lose
Put em in the vans i ain't talking about his shoes
Do the speed limit nigga watch out for the lights
Pussy ass niggas gotta watch out for the dikes
Seventeen fire yeah nigga I said it
Seventeen fire yeah nigga I'm in it
And when we do it bad and when we do it good
I'm so I'm so I'm so mother f**king hood( luda, luda)
Verse 2 Ludacris
Everyone come equipped with bangers
Throwing up our middle fingers
And you know I don't slip so I gotta keep ten in the clip and one in the chambers
Better be walking with angels
And never take candy from strangers
Luda's stressed in stripe 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
For the cheap tricks
Hitting sweet licks
And I cut the braids off put 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
So put a fist in the air if you care
that United we stand divided we fall
When the south is in the house you better watch yo mouth
Cause we on that hood shit I'm hood rich
Coming around your hood bitch
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 feel me I'm so hood
And if you ain't from here you can walk it out (the king of the streets and the god of the hood)
You ain't hood if you don't know what I'm talking about (Busta bust bitches)
i'm i'm i'm I'm so hood
Verse 3 Busta Rhymes
See all the niggas that want to get and get my money
Again and again
top down
Let the money blow in the wind
The bad bitch sitting in the passenger seat
With the dooby wrapped head full of bobby pins
You know I keep that thing when I walk see the dialect
Different from the slang of my talk
Maybe still even gotta crackhead frontin' out 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 four pockets
It looks like a nigga got hips with an ass
And from the DNA in my blood
Niggas idolize me
Trying to do what I does
And if the other nigga ain't really from the hood
You can easily die
Tell who the fake nigga was
And even though I split a little rap
Got Niggas in the hood trying to sell the most crack
Violating my city 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 if a nigga sold drugs any rich mamma still proud of her son
Verse 4 Big Boi
Daddy fat sacks
So hood like the Cadillac
On the mint on from the bambalance
Call an ambulance
To come and pick that ass up because a nigga never had a chance
They tryin 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 a man and blue lights
Woop, woop
Do it twice
Your 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
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)
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 Holly Grove, New Orleans
Lil Weezy Ana
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 alchocelzer 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
Verse 6 Fat Joe
Yeah nigga
Welcome to the crack house
I should own a McDonalds
The way I bring the macs out
I'm from the hood where every nigga lies
Flip a couple grams they tell you they baking pies shit
Still got my name carved in that central booking
Gave that pussy a scar and told her good looking
Yous a crack baby that means your momma paid me
You can't even blame it that's what the hood made me
Verse 7 Baby
Martin Luther King
Calio, Magnolia, Melphamine
Gettin that money with a triple beam
Ride that choir or drugged a fiend
Saints is my team that's what we brief nigga
that's how we eat
Get this money on the streets nigga
VL my street blood
Five Star G blood
Fly as a bird
Got these eagles on my seat blood
Then head back where I stay
Third ward we get that cake
Thirteen is where I lay
shots off 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
Gun play makin believers
I just bought me a ranch
Watch a hundred stacks
No those ain't Rolex diamonds
What you done to that
You fools from gazing
My fools from Haiti
I move some daily
It's a movie baby
Hood
