Hood Girl Tha Dogg Pound (Ft. Carlos "Los" McSwain)

[Chorus: Carlos McSwain]
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

[Verse 1: Daz Dillinger]
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, shе just what I like (Yeah), oh, she thе 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