"Keep It Hood" lyrics

[Bre Perry:]
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

[Mack 10:]
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

[Bre Perry:]
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

[Mack 10:]
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

[Bre Perry:]
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

[Mack 10:]
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

[Bre Perry:]
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