[Hook: T-Pain]
I'm so hood, I wear my pants below my waist
And I never dance when I'm in this place
Cause you and your man is planning to hate
And I got these golds up in my mouth
If you get closer to my house then you know what I'm talking bout
And if you feel me put your hands up
My hood niggas can you stand up
If you not from here you can walk it out
And you not hood if you don't know what I'm talkin bout
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
I'm so H to the double-O D
Walk around there's goddamn 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
Niggas like Young what you get for your show
Tell em same thing I used to get for the blow
Set em on the raw nigga what I got to lose
Put em in the Vans
I ain't talking bout the shoes
Do the speed limit 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, but I'm doing good
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so motherfucking hood
[Verse 2: Ludacris]
Everybody come equipped with bangers
Throwing up our middle fangers
And you know I don't slip
So I gotta keep ten in the clip and one in the chamber
Better be walking 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 homes
Going 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 licks
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 shit I'm hood rich
Coming around your hood bitch, I swear I'm so
[Refrain]
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
See all I know is how to go and get my money g-'gan and again
Top down let the money blow in the wind
With a bad bitch sitting in the passenger seat
With a doobie-wrapped head full of bobbie pins
You know I keep that thing when I walk
See the dialect different from the slang in my talk
Baby still leaving got a crackhead fronting
Got another bad bitch that'll boost for the spark
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 look 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 that other nigga ain't really from the hood
You can easily die take who that fake nigga was
And even though I spit a little rap
Got niggas in the hood try 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 til the day that I'm done
So hood where we live if a nigga 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 ass up cause the nigga 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
Do it twice
Big Boi the B-I-G
I'm nicer than MC on 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 cause I got that fluid
Run through the crew on some whole other new shit
Newness bitch we do this
[Refrain]
[Verse 5: Lil Wayne]
Alright Weezy
I'm so Hollygrove, New Orleans Lil' Weezyana
Home sweet Home Depot you will need a hammer, it go
Down like Frasier I ain't talking Kelsey Grammer
I be shitting on you boys I need an Alka-Seltzer sandwich
Since I heard Plies I done bought the Phantom back
Went and got me a fifty-two 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 Crackhouse
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 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
Youse 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
Getting that money with the triple beam
See ride of Clyde your Josephine
Saints is my team that's what we breathe 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 hit back where I stay
Third Ward we get that cake
Thirteen is where I lay, shots 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 making 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
Hood
I'm so hood, I wear my pants below my waist
And I never dance when I'm in this place
Cause you and your man is planning to hate
And I got these golds up in my mouth
If you get closer to my house then you know what I'm talking bout
And if you feel me put your hands up
My hood niggas can you stand up
If you not from here you can walk it out
And you not hood if you don't know what I'm talkin bout
[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
I'm so H to the double-O D
Walk around there's goddamn 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
Niggas like Young what you get for your show
Tell em same thing I used to get for the blow
Set em on the raw nigga what I got to lose
Put em in the Vans
I ain't talking bout the shoes
Do the speed limit 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, but I'm doing good
I'm so, I'm so, I'm so motherfucking hood
[Verse 2: Ludacris]
Everybody come equipped with bangers
Throwing up our middle fangers
And you know I don't slip
So I gotta keep ten in the clip and one in the chamber
Better be walking 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 homes
Going 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 licks
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 shit I'm hood rich
Coming around your hood bitch, I swear I'm so
[Refrain]
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
See all I know is how to go and get my money g-'gan and again
Top down let the money blow in the wind
With a bad bitch sitting in the passenger seat
With a doobie-wrapped head full of bobbie pins
You know I keep that thing when I walk
See the dialect different from the slang in my talk
Baby still leaving got a crackhead fronting
Got another bad bitch that'll boost for the spark
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 look 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 that other nigga ain't really from the hood
You can easily die take who that fake nigga was
And even though I spit a little rap
Got niggas in the hood try 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 til the day that I'm done
So hood where we live if a nigga 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 ass up cause the nigga 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
Do it twice
Big Boi the B-I-G
I'm nicer than MC on 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 cause I got that fluid
Run through the crew on some whole other new shit
Newness bitch we do this
[Refrain]
[Verse 5: Lil Wayne]
Alright Weezy
I'm so Hollygrove, New Orleans Lil' Weezyana
Home sweet Home Depot you will need a hammer, it go
Down like Frasier I ain't talking Kelsey Grammer
I be shitting on you boys I need an Alka-Seltzer sandwich
Since I heard Plies I done bought the Phantom back
Went and got me a fifty-two 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 Crackhouse
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 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
Youse 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
Getting that money with the triple beam
See ride of Clyde your Josephine
Saints is my team that's what we breathe 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 hit back where I stay
Third Ward we get that cake
Thirteen is where I lay, shots 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 making 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
Hood
Track 12 on We the Best
