Hood Boy (Radio Edit)

Hood Boy - Fantasia (範塔莎)/Big Boi

Yeah

Ya gotta understand what I'm talkin' about

I'm talkin' about on this one

Sexy

Sexy as hell to me

Yeah

So let me tell ya bout a playa I know

6 foot 4

225

He's all the way alive

See where I come from

We like em like that

He don't talk smack

He just twist caps

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 stay chantin'

I need a hood boy

Wifebeaters and chains

Always in the trap

And he looks so mean

I need a hood boy

Go'on head pretty ni**a

We don't like them there

Need somethin' mo realer

I need a hood boy

Hot boys rock boys

Street boys B-boys

Man I love them boys

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 really need

I swear that my man's the truth

I said I swear that my man's the truth

I need a hood boy

Wifebeaters and chains

Always in the trap

And he looks so mean

I need a hood boy

Go'on head pretty ni**a

We don't like them there

Need somethin' mo' realer

I need a hood boy

Hot boys rock boys

Street boys B-boys

Man I love them boys

Go on say

I need a hood boy

Wifebeaters and jeans

Always in the trap

And he looks so mean

I need a hood boy

Go'on head pretty ni**a

We don't like them there

Need somethin' mo' realer

I need a hood boy

Hot boys rock boys

Street boys B-boys

Man I love them boys

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

D a double d

Y stay fly

Been fly

Ever since a ni**a started sayin' bye

That's right

Stand by

Cause we bout to take flight

Not a 747

But the music in the micra

Phone home

If you got somebody 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 ni**a ridin' round lookin' real crispy

Ride round towntop 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'

Bout your block signs

Not mine

Antoine got rhyme

Like sunshine and cold north through summertime

Now bow down

I need a hood boy

Wifebeaters and chains

Always in the trap

And he looks so mean

I need a hood boy

Go'on head pretty ni**a

We don't like them there

Need somethin' mo' realer

I need a hood boy

Hot boys rock boys

Street boys B-boys

Man I love them boys

Yeah yeah

Hey hey shortie wanna rock with you

Shortie wanna rock with you

Wanna bop with you

I wanna ride with you