Lyrics Hood Boy (feat. Big Boi) - Fantasia feat. Big Boi
Yeah
Ya
gotta
understand
what
I′m
talkin'
about
I′m
talkin'
about
this
one
Sexy,
sexy
as
hell
to
me
Yeah,
love,
love
So
let
me
tell
ya
'bout
a
player
I
know
6 foot
4,
suit
25,
he′s
all
the
way
live
See
where
I
come
from
we
like
′em
like
that
He
don't
talk
smack,
he
just
twist
caps
off
See
that′s
the
only
kinda
dude
I'm
demandin′
And
let
the
girl
like
me
understand
it
And
the
ones
that
ain't
they
still
gotta
have
it
They
don′t
know
why
but
they
chained
to
I
need
a
hood
boy
wife
beaters
and
chains
Always
in
the
trap
and
he
looks
so
mean
I
need
a
hood
boy
go
on
'head
pretty
We
don't
like
them,
need
somethin′
realer
I
need
a
hood
boy
Hot
boys,
rock
boys
Street
boys,
B-boys
Man,
I
love
them
boys
go
on
say
He
knows
how
to
treat
a
lady
But
he
won′t
let
you
get
too
rowdy
He
stands
up
for
himself
That's
what
I
like
most
about
him
He′s
all
I
see
and
all
I
need
And
all
that
I
want
and
all
that
I'm
really
used
to
I
swear
that
my
man′s
the
truth
I
said,
I
swear
that
my
man's
the
truth
I
need
a
hood
boy,
wife
beaters
and
chains
Always
in
the
trap
and
he
looks
so
mean
I
need
a
hood
boy
go
on
′head
pretty
We
don't
like
them,
need
somethin'
more
realer
I
need
a
hood
boy
Hot
boys,
rock
boys
Street
boys,
B-boys
Man,
I
love
them
boys
Yeah,
yeah
I
need
a
hood
boy,
wife
beaters
and
chains
Always
in
the
trap
and
he
looks
so
mean
I
need
a
hood
boy,
go
on
′head
pretty
We
don′t
like
them,
need
somethin'
more
realer
I
need
a
hood
boy
Hot
boys,
rock
boys
Street
boys,
B-boys
Man,
I
love
them
boys
Yeah,
yeah
B
A
double
D
why
say
bye
been
fly
Ever
since
a
nigga
started
sayin′
bye
That's
right,
stand
by,
′cause
we
about
to
take
flight
Not
a
747
but
the
music
and
the
mic,
bro
Phone
home
if
you
want
someone
waitin',
baby
Go
on
home,
don′t
wanna
jeopardize
your
safety
Maybe
later
we
shake
the
haters
and
gets
busy
You
say
you
wanna
do
same
thing
then
get
wit'
me
If
not
then
hit
me
I
know
you
know
the
history
Last
nigga
ridin'
′round
lookin′
real
crispy
Ridin'
round
town,
top
down
on
the
grizzy
Grind
all
the
time
to
stay
hot
or
either
sizzlin′
I
thought
I
told
ya
we
run
stop
signs
'Cause
we
don′t
stop
till
the
cops
come
knockin'
for
two
block
signs
Not
mine
twine
gone
right
like
sunshine
And
cold
north
through
summertime
now
bow
down
I
need
a
hood
boy,
wife
beaters
and
chains
Always
in
the
trap
and
he
looks
so
mean
I
need
a
hood
boy,
go
on
′head
pretty
We
don't
like
them,
need
somethin'
more
realer
I
need
a
hood
boy
Hot
boys,
rock
boys
Street
boys,
B-boys
Man,
I
love
them
boys
Yeah,
yeah
Thought
he
wanna
bop
with
you
Thought
he
wanna
bop
with
you
Wanna
bop
with
you
I
wanna
bop
with
you
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