[Chorus: 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

[Verse 1: 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

[Chorus: 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

[Verse 2: 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

[Chorus: 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

[Verse 3: 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

[Chorus: 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