She Said I'm Hood Tho feat. Candice

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She said I know, I know, I know your music I prefer your old shit, to your new shit That song with Pitbull that was kinda cool But after that you went left I couldn't fuck with you Well damn Verse 1 Couldn't help but to appreciate, that she was bold enough to say this to my face She even, went as far as to give me her twitter name She said I tweeted and told you the same thing But, she said I never thought I'd meet You cuter in real life than on TV You a celebrity You can have any girl you want What the hell you want with me Chorus I told her baby, there is a difference Between what you really want And what you can't get I can have anything, but I don't want just anything I want you I, I want you Yeah, yeah, yeah Verse 2 I said you got, you got, you got me twisted What my celebrity got to do with it Just cause can have don't mean I want them chicks I take quality over quantity any day you dig? You dig She said I'm hood though NE-YO, and I know you be on your goody good though NE-YO Get ratchet, yes I could though NE-YO Mess up your image I probably would though NE-YO I said you don't scare me, the word gentleman starts with "G" You a celebrity You can have any girl you want What the hell you want with me Chorus Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah, check And so she sat there staring at me like she wasn't sure Questioning my intentions why and what for Thinking he can have actresses singers or models galore I work in the nail shop, everyday in that bitch from 8 until 4 Shorty's a rose, that grows up through the cracks in the concrete Her mother's body, but her brother's knowledge of the street Kick all your beautiful lies shorty I ain't going for 'em She type stubborn, like her daddy, but she don't know him Got me feeling like I ain't good enough, I ain't a D-boy or a thug so I ain't good enough Or maybe it's the other way around and shorty's self esteem is down Not good enough to wife but good enough to fuck, nah ma I'm really tryna get to know What's under your guard not just what's under your clothes You feel me? And don't concern yourself with status I don't It ain't about what I can have, it's about what I want Ya dig? Chorus