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(feat. T-Pain, Young Jeezy, Ludacris, Busta Rhymes, Big Boi, Lil Wayne, Fat Joe, Birdman and Rick Ross) 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 of 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 feel me(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 Letras de cancionesI'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 Wrist so clean don't need no tense Watch so bright I don't need no light And no where word don't need no mic Niggas like yeah watch you get for show Some say yeah I used to get for the blow Sit em on the row nigga what I got to lose Put em in the van then talk about his shoes Do the speed limit nigga watch out for the light Pussy ass niggas gotta watch out for the dikes Seventeen fire yeah nigga I'm set Seventeen fire yeah nigga I'm in it And when we do it bad and when we do itgood 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 10 in the clip and on in the chambers Better be walking with angels And never take candy from strangers Ludacris is stressed in stripe had to earn my stripes like I played with the Bengals I'm in the south 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 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 your 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 so hood [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] See all i know is that i go 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 the thing when I'm watching 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 spot I'm used to leaving the space last Hustling until the sun comes up getting cash So much bread in all of my coat pockets It looks like a nigga got clips with an ass And from the DNA in my blood Niggas trying to lie Trying to do what I does And if the other nigga ain't really from the hood You can easily die From who that nigga was And even though I split a little rap Got Niggas in the hood trying to sell the most crack Violating my city my nigga to do trying to spend a lot of money just to get your shit back Yall niggas know where I'm from And I rap it to the fullest until the day that I'm done So hood where we live where my niggas sold drugs and they rich we rap in the sun [Verse: 4 Big Boi] Better smack sacks So hood like the Cadillac On the mint full of my babalance Call an ambulance To come and pick his ass up because a nigga never had a chance They try 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 move lights Woop, woop Do it twice You're boy the B - I - G I'm nicer than mc in your top three You cock he I cock Swede Bust them things not you slap be Speed it up slow it down then screw it Don't bite the pole because I got that blew it Run through the crew or some whole other new shit Knew this 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 feel me 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 Weezy-ana) Home sweet home deport 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 Since I heard Plies I done brought the phantom back We ain't got me a 52 inch Made backs turn Eating like a big dog I'm so full, I'm so good I'm so straight, you so fake I'm so real, im so hood [Verse 6: Fat Joe] Yeah nigga Welcome to the crack house I should own a McDonalds The way I bring the macks out I'm from the hood where every nigga lies flip a couple grams they tell ya they baking pie shit Still got my name carved in that central book and Gave that pussy a scar and told her good lookin You s 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 Man you ain't need no help from me Made that money with a triple beam Ride that choir or drugged a fiend Saints is my team that's what we breathe nigga that's how we eat nigga Get this money on the streets nigga I got the street love Fox starts G blood Fly as a bird Got these eagles on my seat blood Then hit back where I'm stay Third world 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 watch you needed MIA you're so hot But my neck got the fever If ya sneezin get shot Don't play 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 for gazing My fools from Haiti I move some daily It's a movie baby Hood From Letras Mania