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conversations.value: Write me a song called I’m So Hood (Remix) with the following description: The official remix of DJ Khaled’s song “I’m So Hood”. This remix was produced by The Runners and it features the rappers Lil Wayne, Busta Rhymes, Big Boi, Ludacris, Rick Ross, Birdman, Fat Joe & Young Jeezy.
  It was also included on his first studio album, “We The Best”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: DJ Khaled]
  DJ Khaled! We the best
  Who? We, nigga! We the best
  This the remix! The "I'm So Hood" remix!
  I'm makin' mo—vies!
  I'm so hood, remix!
  [Chorus: T-Pain, 
  DJ Khaled
   & 
  Jeezy
  ]
  (I'm so hood!) Yeah, I wear my pants below my waist
  And I never dance when I'm in this place
  We always gon' be the best, man
  'Cause you and your man is plannin' to hate 
  (We run this, man)
  (I'm so hood!) And I got these golds up in my mouth
  I make hit records, man, this is what I do
  If you get closer to my house, then you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
  I'm out the (Hood!) And if you feel me, put your hands up
  I'm out the, this the remix
  (Hood!) My hood niggas, can you stand up?
  Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
  I gave you We Takin' Over
   (
  Yo Khaled
  )
  (I'm so hood!) If you not from here you can walk it out
  Ay, Young Jeezy
   (
  I got 'em, homie
  )
  And you not hood if you don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout
  You got me?
   (
  Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
  )
  I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm (
  We run this, man, we run this!
  ) [Verse 1: Jeezy, 
  Ludacris
   & 
  T-Pain
  ]
  I'm so H to the double O-D
  Walk around, there's goddamn money on me
  Pockets so fat, don't make no sense
  Whips so clean, it don't need no tints
  Watch so bright, it don't need no light
  You know where it were, don't need no mic
  Niggas like, "Young, what you get for your show?"
  Tell 'em, "Same thing I used to get for the blow"
  Set 'em on the run, nigga, what I got to lose?
  Put 'em in the vans, I ain't talkin' 'bout the shoes
  Do the speed limit, 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, I meant it
  And when we do it bad, but I'm doin' good (
  In my hood, Luda!
  )
  I'm so, I'm so, I'm so motherfuckin' (
  Hood!
  )
  [Verse 2: Ludacris & 
  T-Pain
  ]
  Look here, everybody come equipped with bangers
  Throwin' up our middle fingers
  And you know I don't slip
  So I gotta keep ten in the clip and one in the chamber
  Better be walkin' with angels
  And never take candy from strangers
  Through the stress and strife
  Had to earn my stripes like I played with the Bengals (
  Hood!
  )
  I'm in the zone, holmes, goin' for the two-point conversion
  I'm so hood that Ludacris shoulda been on the original version
  But this is the remix, with the cheap tricks, hittin' sweet licks
  And I cut the braids off
  But the waves and the fade'll make you seasick
  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— [Chorus: T-Pain, 
  DJ Khaled
   & 
  Busta Rhymes
  ]
  I'm so hood! (
  Remix!
  ) and if you feel me, put your hands up
  (Hood!) My hood niggas, can you stand up?
  Khaled, they actin' like we ain't
  (I'm so hood!) If you not from here you can walk it out
  The kings of the streets and the gods of the hood
  And you not hood if you don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout
  Busta Bust, bitches!
  I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm so hood!
  [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes & 
  T-Pain
  ]
  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 a bad bitch sittin' in the passenger seat
  With a doobie-wrapped head full of bobbie pins
  You know I keep that thang when I walk
  See the dialect different from the slang in my talk
  Baby still leavin', got a crackhead frontin'
  Got another bad bitch that'll boost for the spark (
  Hood!
  )
  I'm used to leavin' the strip last
  Hustlin' until the sun comes up gettin' cash
  So much bread in all of my four pockets
  It look 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 that 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, I send a nigga to do it
  Just to 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 nigga sold drugs
  And he rich, momma still proud of her son! (
  Hood!
  ) [Verse 4: Big Boi & 
  T-Pain
  ]
  Daddy Fat Saxxx
   
  so hood like the Cadillac
  Ornament
  , on from the Babylon
  Call an ambulance to come and pick that ass up
  Cause the nigga never had the chance
  They tryna dance with the devil in a pale moonlight
  Advance on a level that they can't do right
  Lay hands on a fella like the man in blue lights
  Whoop, whoop, do it twice (
  Hood!
  )
  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
  [Chorus: T-Pain, 
  DJ Khaled
   & 
  Lil Wayne
  ]
  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 not from here, you can walk it out (
  Alright
  )
  And you not hood if you don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout 
  (Weezy!)
  I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm so hood!
  [Verse 5: Lil Wayne, 
  T-Pain
   & 
  Fat Joe
  ]
  I'm so Hollygrove, New Orleans (Lil Weezyana)
  Home sweet, Home Depot, you will need a hammer
  It go down like Frasier, I ain't talkin' Kelsey Grammer
  I be shittin' on you boys, I need a Alka-Seltzer sandwich, ugh (
  Hood!
  )
  Since I heard Plies, I done bought the Phantom back
  And went and got me a fifty-two inch Maybach 
  (Calca, ghetto gatka, haha)
  I'm eatin' 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 (
  I'm so hood!
  )
  Yup, crack, crack, crack, crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack
  [Verse 6: Fat Joe, 
  T-Pain
   & 
  Birdman
  ]
  Yeah nigga, welcome to the Crackhouse
  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 they bakin' pies, shit (
  Hood!
  )
  Still got my name carved in that central bookin'
  Gave that pussy a scar and told her, "Good lookin'" (
  Yeah
  )
  You's a crack baby, that means your momma paid me
  You can't even blame me, that's what the hood made me
  [Verse 7: Birdman & 
  T-Pain
  ]
  Martin Luther King, 
  Calliope, Magnolia, Melpomene
  Gettin' that money with a triple beam
  We ride on Clyde, on Josephine
  Saints is my team, that's what we breathe nigga
  That's how we eat, get this money on the streets nigga (
  Hood!
  )
  VL my street, blood, five star G, blood
  Fly as a bird, got these eagles on my seat, blood
  Then head back where I stay, 3rd Ward, we get that cake
  Thirteen is where I lay, shouts out to M-I-A (
  Hood!
  )
  [Verse 8: Rick Ross & 
  T-Pain
  ]
  Mo' money, mo' problems,
   don't call me conceited
  Just call me the boss, always got what you needed
  M-I-Yayo so hot, but my neck got the fever
  If you sneeze, you get shot, Gunplay makin' believers (
  Hood!
  )
  I just bought me a ranch, watch the hundreds 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!
  )