Hood Girl - Kurupt, Daz Dillinger, Tha Dogg Pound

Ain’t nobody in the world like my hood girl

(Ain't nobody, ain’t nobody) Ah-ah (Woo)

Ain’t nobody in the world like my hood girl

(Ain't nobody, ain’t nobody) Ah-ah

She’s street smart with a booty like Beyoncé (Booty like Beyoncé)

She be cookin' in the kitchen, boy, and I ain’t talkin' entrées

Ain’t nobody in the world like my hood girl, ah-ah

She my ride or die, call us Bonnie and Clyde

She thick up in the thighs (Damn), she from the other side (Suwoop)

Oh, she be down to ride, in the kitchen cookin' pies (Good dope)

Money on the line, money comin' on time (She ain’t no joke)

Oh, sh just what I like (Yeah), oh, she th hood type (Yeah)

That pussy lookin' right, I’m in that every night

My baby street smart and hood smart at the same time

You know she down for whatever, she push a cold line

She like a hood nigga (Me), I love a hood bitch (You)

That’s why we both click (Woo), we both with the shit (True)

I go in, she go in, we don’t lose, we just win

In my eyes, she a ten, I’m just winnin' in the end (Checkmate)

Late nights, early morning, the money keep us goin'

She be right by my side like you ain’t even knowin' (There it is)

I’ve been all around the world and seen a lot of girls

But ain’t nothin' (Nothin'), ain’t nothin' like my hood girl