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Fantasia Barrino - Hood Boy lyrics
Hood Boy (featuring Big Boi) [Laughs] Yeah Ya gotta understand what I'm talkin' about I'm talkin' about on this one Sexy Sexy as hell to me Yeah Love Love So let me tell ya bout a player I know 6 foot 4 225 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 every 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 Jeans Always in the trap And he looks so mean I need a hood boy Go'on head pretty We don't like them there Need somethin' more realer I need a hood boy Hot boys, rock boys Street boys, B-boys Man I love them boys Go on say Yeaaaaaaaa Yeaaaaa 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 love most about him He's all I see and all I need And all that I want And all that I'm 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 Jeans Always in the trap And he looks so mean Hey Baby I need a hood boy Go'on head pretty We don't like them there Need somethin' more realer I need a hood boy Hot boys, rock boys Street boys, B-boys Man I love them boys Ladies if you feel me say YEA I need a hood boy Wife beaters and Jeans Always in the trap And he looks so mean I need a hood boy Go'on head pretty We don't like them there Need somethin' realer I need a hood boy Hot boys rock boys Street boys B-boys Man I love them boys Yeaaaa yeah yeah yeah Yeaaaaa Yeah yeah yeah [Big boi] 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-ro-phone Phone home If you want someone waitin' baby Go on home Don't wanna jeapordize 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 niggas We run stop signs Cause we don't stop Till the cops come knockin' For two block signs Not mine Toine gone right Like sunshine and cold north through summertime Now bow down I need a hood boy Wife beaters and Jeans Always in the trap And he looks so mean I need a hood boy Go'on head pretty We don't like them there Need somethin' more realer I need a hood boy Hot boys rock boys Street boys B-boys Man I love them boys Yeaaa Yeah yeah Yeaaa Hey hey shortie wanna rock with you Shortie wanna rock with you Wanna bop with you I wanna ride with you |
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