| I need somebody who's gon' keep it hood |
| Are you the one? Tell me what's really good |
| I want a thug that can hold me down |
| And touch me in ways I've never felt |
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| Look, ain't nothin' changed, it's still the same Mac from the block |
| Got a hard top fo' it ain't cut, I keep it stock |
| I'm a grown ass man, a full beard nigga |
| Sometimes I sip 'gnac but tonight it's clear liquor |
| A young fly nigga, never mind the cash |
| I got ballin' in my blood, full of flair and pizzazz |
| And that lame you with, he's just a guy |
| Hop in this Rolls Royce, Cohiba smoke in the sky |
| Hit that G4 and fly through the atmosphere |
| And we ain't gotta pack no bags, we shop when we get there |
| Got you poppin' tags in different designer wear, yeah |
| Lace you up, your boy is caked up |
| It's nothin' to a boss, I can have you wakin' up |
| In Brazil for brunch, in Negril for lunch, yeah |
| You know how I feel, I can give you what you want |
| Plus I'm worth several mil', for real, it's not a stunt |
| Come on |
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| I need somebody who's gon' keep it hood |
| Are you the one? Tell me what's really good |
| I want a thug that can hold me down |
| And touch me in ways I've never felt |
| I need somebody who's gon' keep it hood |
| Are you the one? Tell me what's really good |
| And you don't have to worry 'bout me leavin' you |
| 'Cause I ain't goin' nowhere |
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| Huh, I know you love a hood nigga so I keeps it gutter |
| Ghetto and gangsta like Don Cheadle in "Colors" |
| Nah, moms didn't raise no suckers |
| So if I trick on the side, don't expect no confession like Usher |
| Yeah, I'm known for my street savvy |
| The hood version of Tom Bradley |
| In white tees, Chucks and khakis, get at me |
| I can switch it up, throw on a button-up |
| And rocked out cufflinks, shinin' as I live it up |
| With them gator boots, hoppin' out of foreign trucks |
| Suede headliner, forest green, peanut butter guts |
| Listen blood, I could do that there |
| Hop out the stretch at the Denzel movie premiere |
| And kill 'em off on the red carpet, girl, don't hurt nobody |
| The way you walk, would you look at your body? |
| Make a nigga wanna spend somethin', it ain't trickin' |
| If you got it, I'm breaded, so it's change to me, lil' mama, yeah |
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| I need somebody who's gon' keep it hood |
| Are you the one? Tell me what's really good |
| I want a thug that can hold me down |
| And touch me in ways I've never felt |
| I need somebody who's gon' keep it hood |
| Are you the one? Tell me what's really good |
| And you don't have to worry 'bout me leavin' you |
| 'Cause I ain't goin' nowhere |
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| She got a switch that won't quit, she strut like Naomi on a catwalk |
| She got star potential, that's what Mac thought |
| She got a frame like a soda pop bottle |
| She the one like Eva off "America's Next Top Model" |
| With them Chanel glasses, the slip-on shoes to match |
| The belt, the purse and the hat |
| She could rock the high heels or the skirt with the flats |
| Ain't no other broads fuckin' with that, lean back |
| Look here, girl, I could take you straight up out the hood |
| Make you famous, change your life for good |
| Make you an overnight celebrity like Twista and Kanye |
| On covers of magazines, just like ol' girl Beyonce |
| (My status is hood) Like these songs say, your boy's a soldier |
| The Hoo-Bangin' president behind the tint in the Rover |
| If you're rollin', baby, grab the wheel |
| I need you on my team like Kobe need Mr. O'Neal |
| And that's real |
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| I need somebody who's gon' keep it hood |
| Are you the one? Tell me what's really good |
| I want a thug that can hold me down |
| And touch me in ways I've never felt |
| I need somebody who's gon' keep it hood |
| Are you the one? Tell me what's really good |
| And you don't have to worry 'bout me leavin' you |
| 'Cause I ain't goin' nowhere |
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