I'm So Hood [Remix]

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Trevor Tahiem Smith, Jr., (born May 20, 1972), better known by his stage name Busta Rhymes, is an American rapper, producer and actor. Chuck D of Public Enemy gave him the alias Busta Rhymes after NFL wide receiver George "Buster" Rhymes. Early in his career, he was known for his wild style and fashion, and today is best known for his intricate rapping technique, which involves rapping at a fast rate with lots of internal rhyme and half rhyme, and to date has received eleven Grammy nominations for his musical work. About.com included him on its list of the 50 Greatest MCs of Our Time (1987–2007), while Steve Huey of Allmusic called him one of the best and most prolific rappers of the '90s. In 2012, The Source placed him on their list of the Top 50 Lyricists o… more »

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I'm so hood (remix)
Yeah, I wear 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 (we run this man)
I'm so hood (I make hit records this is what I do)
And I got these gold up in my mouth
If you get closer to my house
Then you'll know what I'm talking 'bout 
(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 feel me (I gave you 'We taking over')
(I'm so hood) If you not from here you can walk it out (ayo Jeezy)
And you not hood if you don't know what I'm talking about (we run this, man, we run this)

I'm so H to the double-O D
Walk 'around with this goddamn money on me
Pockets 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
You know every word, I don't need no mic
Niggas like, "Young what you gettin' for show?"
Tell 'em same thing I used to get for the blow
Send 'em on the road, nigga, what I got to lose
Put 'em in the vans I ain't talkin' 'bout the shoes
Do the speed limit, nigga, 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 yeah, 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 (Luda)

Everybody 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 1 the chambers
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 should have been on the original version (yup)
But this is the remix
With the cheap tricks
Hitting 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
Comin' around your hood bitch
I swear I'm so

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)
If you ain't from here you can walk it out 
And you not hood if you don't know what I'm talking about (Busta Bust bitches)
I'm so hood

See, all I know is how to go and get my money again and again
Top down, let the money blow in the wind
With bad bitch sitting in the passenger seat
With a doobie wrapped head full of bobby pins
You know I keep the thing when I walk
See the dialect different from the slang of my talk
Maybe still even got a crack head frontin'
Got another bad bitch that'll boost for the sport
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 and try to do what I does
And if the other nigga ain't really from the hood
You can easily die, tell who that fake nigga was (hood)
And even though I spit a little rap
Got niggas in the hood tryna sell the most crack
Violator, might send a nigga to do a jux and 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 niggas sold drugs 
And he rich, mama still proud of her son

Daddy Fat Sacks
So hood like the Cadillac ornament 
On from the Babylon
Call an ambulance
To come and pick that ass up 'cause a nigga never had a chance
They tryna dance with a devil in a pale moonlight
Advance on the level that they can't do right
Lay hands on a fellow like the man in blue lights
Whoop, whoop
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 'cause I got that fluid
Run through the crew on some whole other new shit
Newness bitch, we do this

I'm so hood 

I'm so Hollygrove, New Orleans, Lil Weezy-ana
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
And 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

Yeah, nigga, welcome to the crack house
I should own a McDonald's the way I bring the MAC's out
I'm from the hood where every nigga lies
Flip a couple grams, they tell you the baking pies, shit
Still got my name carved in that central booking
Gave that pussy a scar and told him good lookin'
You's a crack baby, that means your mama paid me
You can't even blame me, that's what the hood made me

Martin Luther King (MLK)
Calliope, Magnolia, Melphamine
Gettin' that money with a triple beam
We rattle cry your drug of fiend
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

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
Gun play makin' believers
I just bought me a ranch, watch the hundred 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)

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