DJ Khaled feat. T-Pain, Young Jeezy, Busta Rhymes, Ludacris, Big Boi, Fat...(More)

DJ Khaled feat. T-Pain, Young Jeezy, Busta Rhymes, Ludacris, Big Boi, Fat Joe, Rick Ross, Birdman & Lil Wayne- I'm So Hood(Remix) 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) Make Money Like Us at: http://www.typebrave.com 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 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 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 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 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 FuGayzi My fools from Haiti I move some daily It's a movement baby Hood(Less)