Fantasia has released five studio albums Free Yourself (2004), Fantasia (2006), Back To Me (2008), Side Effects of You (2013), The Definition of... (2016), and a holiday album, Christmas After Midnight (2017).
In addition to her music career, Fantasia has also ventured into other pursuits such as publishing, acting, and Broadway. In her memoir "Life is Not a Fairy Tale", she reveals intimate details about herself, including her functional illiteracy. The book was later adapted into a Lifetime movie of the same name in 2006. Directed by famed actress and choreographer Debbie Allen, it received 19 million viewers, making it Lifetime's second-most viewed program of all time.
During 2007, Fantasia was on Broadway performing as Celie in The Color Purple, the hit musical based on the Pulitzer Prize-winning novel by Alice Walker. Her performance had earned rave reviews and helped boost ticket sales as well as her album sales. After her Broadway stint ended in January 2008, Fantasia was back on the road again touring and is said to be preparing for her next studio album.
2. Fantasia is also the first name from the French symphonic metalband Fairyland. They called themselves 'Fantasia' when they made demos like 'Cruel Death' and 'The King'. But when they came with their debute album, they changed their name in Fairyland.
3. Fantasia is a progressive rock band from Pietarsaari, Finland. Originally named St. Marcus Blues Band (founded in 1967), the bassist Markku Lรถnngren came up with the new name from Amazing Blondel's album called "Fantasia Lindum" and thus changed the name to "Fantasia" in 1973.
The band defined their sound somewhere between progressive rock and hard rock although the sound mainly resembles to those of the other 1970's prog rock bands, such as Finnish compatriots Wigwam and Tabula Rasa. Fantasia released only one self-titled album in 1975 with only 2000 copies sold (which made it a almost a "rarity" amongst the prog rock collectors), but has been reissued on CD by Rocket-Records in 2010.
Line-up: Hannu Lindblom (guitars & vocals), Harri Piha (bass), Karl-Erik Rรถnngรฅrd (drums) and Roul Helantie (organs & piano).
4. Fantasia is an expiremental trap metal band founded by Zxphyr
Hood
Fantasia Lyrics
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Ya gotta understand what I'm talkin' about
I'm talkin' about on this one
Sexy
Sexy as hell to me
Yeah
So let me tell ya 'bout a nigga I know
Two twenty-five
He's all the way live
See, where I come from
We like 'em like that
He don't talk smack
He just twist caps off
See, that's the only kinda dude I'm demandin'
And let the girl like me understand it
And the ones that ain't
They still gotta have it
They don't know why
But they stay chained to
[Chorus]
I need a hood boy
Wife beaters and jeans
Always in the trap
And he looks so mean
I need a hood boy
Go' on head, pretty nigga
We don't like them there
Need somethin' mo' realer
I need a hood boy
Hot boys, rock boys
Street boys, B-boys
Man, I love them boys
Go on say
He knows how to treat a lady
But he won't let you get too rowdy
He stands up for himself
That's what I like most about him
He's all I see and all I need
And all that I want
And all that I'm used to
I swear that my man's the truth
I said I swear that my man's the truth
[Chorus x 2]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Big boi]
B A double d
Why say bye
Been fly
Ever since a nigga started sayin' bye
That's right, stand by
'Cause we about to take flight
Not a seven forty-seven
But the music and the microphone
Phone home
If you want someone waitin', baby
Go on home
Don't wanna jeopardize your safety
Maybe later
We shake the haters and gets busy
You say you wanna do same thing
Then get wit' me
If not, then hit me
I know you know the history
Last nigga ridin' 'round lookin' real crispy
Ridin' round town, top down
On the grizzy
Grind all the time to stay hot
Or even sizzlin'
I thought I told ya niggas
We run stop signs
'Cause we don't stop
Till the cops come knockin'
For two block signs
Not mine
Toine gone right
Like sunshine and cold north through summertime
Now, bow down
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
Hey, hey, shorty wanna rock with you
Shorty wanna rock with you
Wanna bop with you
I wanna ride with you
The song "Hood Boy" by Fantasia feat. Big Boi is a tribute to a type of man that is called a 'hood boy'. A hood boy is someone who comes from the streets, wears 'wife-beaters and jeans', is always in the trap, and looks mean but knows how to treat a lady. Fantasia is mesmerized by this type of man and wants one for herself. She explains that these men know how to handle themselves, always stand up for themselves, and are real to their roots, which she finds incredibly attractive. She goes on to sing praises about her man, saying that he is all she sees or wants and that he is the truth. Big Boi interjects towards the end of the song with some rap verses, adding his thoughts about the hood boy lifestyle and beckoning listeners to ride with him.
The song is full of references to life in the streets, trap music, and the rap culture. It is an ode to the men who come from the hood and make it big. The music video shows Fantasia and Big Boi hanging out in the streets with their crew, singing and dancing to the catchy tune. The song is a celebration of the culture and the people that come out of it, their resilience, their strength, and their unique style.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah
Expressing the start of the song and the attitude to follow
Ya gotta understand what I'm talkin' about
Explaining that the listener needs to comprehend what is to come
I'm talkin' about on this one
Referencing the topic of the song
Sexy
Describing the desired appearance of the subject
Sexy as hell to me
Further emphasizing the subject's attractiveness according to the artist
Yeah
Adding enthusiasm to the song
So let me tell ya 'bout a nigga I know
Six foot four
Two twenty-five
He's all the way live
Introducing the subject character and his physical attributes
See, where I come from
We like 'em like that
He don't talk smack
He just twist caps off
See, that's the only kinda dude I'm demandin'
And let the girl like me understand it
And the ones that ain't
They still gotta have it
They don't know why
But they stay chained to
Explaining the artist's preference for a man that can handle himself and the attraction others have to him
I need a hood boy
Wife beaters and jeans
Always in the trap
And he looks so mean
I need a hood boy
Go' on head, pretty nigga
We don't like them there
Need somethin' mo' realer
I need a hood boy
Hot boys, rock boys
Street boys, B-boys
Man, I love them boys
Go on say
Reiterating the desired qualities of the character and the people the artist seeks
He knows how to treat a lady
But he won't let you get too rowdy
He stands up for himself
That's what I like most about him
He's all I see and all I need
And all that I want
And all that I'm used to
I swear that my man's the truth
I said I swear that my man's the truth
Expressing the admiration the artist has for the subject and the completeness of his character in her eyes
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Adding to the lively and upbeat tone of the song
[Big boi]
B A double d
Why say bye
Been fly
Ever since a nigga started sayin' bye
That's right, stand by
'Cause we about to take flight
Not a seven forty-seven
But the music and the microphone
Phone home
If you want someone waitin', baby
Go on home
Don't wanna jeopardize your safety
Maybe later
We shake the haters and gets busy
You say you wanna do same thing
Then get wit' me
If not, then hit me
I know you know the history
Last nigga ridin' 'round lookin' real crispy
Ridin' round town, top down
On the grizzy
Grind all the time to stay hot
Or even sizzlin'
I thought I told ya niggas
We run stop signs
'Cause we don't stop
Till the cops come knockin'
For two block signs
Not mine
Toine gone right
Like sunshine and cold north through summertime
Now, bow down
Big Boi's rap verse, showcasing his own swagger and confidence while describing the lifestyle and philosophy he abides by
[Chorus]
Repeating the chorus
Yeah, yeah
Hey, hey, shorty wanna rock with you
Shorty wanna rock with you
Wanna bop with you
I wanna ride with you
Bringing the song to a close with an energetic and enthusiastic declaration
Lyrics ยฉ BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: JOHNATA M AUSTIN, FRANK DE VOL, LAMONT HERBERT DOZIER, BRIAN HOLLAND, EDWARD HOLLAND, EDWARD, JR. HOLLAND, JR., ANTHONY MCINTYRE, ANTWAN PATTON
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Mer Pilsen
Ya gotta understand what I'm talkin' about
I'm talkin' about on this one
Sexy
Sexy as hell to me
Yeah
Love
Love
[Verse 1]
So let me tell ya bout a player I know
6 foot 4
225
He's all the way live
See where I come from
We like em like that
He don't talk smack
He just twist caps off
See that's the only kinda dude I'm demandin'
And let the girl like me understand it(umm)
And the ones that ain't
They still gotta have it
They don't know why
But they chained to
[Chorus]
I need a hood boy
Wifebeaters and jeans
Always in the trap
And he looks so mean
I need a hood boy
Go'on head pretty
We don't like them there
Need somethin' realer
I need a hood boy
Hot boys rock boys
Street boys B-boys
Man I love them boys
Go on say
Looooooove
Looooooove
[Verse 2]
He knows how to treat a lady
But he won't let you get too rowdy
He stands up for himself
That's what I like most about him
He's all I see and all I need
And all that I want
And all that I'm used to
I swear that my man's the truth
I said I swear that my man's the truth
[Chorus]
I need a hood boy
Wifebeaters and jeans
Always in the trap
And he looks so mean
I need a hood boy
Go'on head pretty
We don't like them there
Need somethin' realer
I need a hood boy
Hot boys rock boys
Street boys B-boys
Man I love them boys
Go on say
I need a hood boy
Wifebeaters and jeans
Always in the trap
And he looks so mean
I need a hood boy
Go'on head pretty
We don't like them there
Need somethin' realer
I need a hood boy
Hot boys rock boys
Street boys B-boys
Man I love them boys
Looooooooooove
Yeah yeah yeah
Loooooooooove
Yeah yeah yeah
[Big Boi]
B a double d
Why say bye
Been fly
Ever since a nigga started sayin' bye
That's right stand by
Cause we about to take flight
Not a 747
But the music and the mic
Rophone
Phone home
If you want someone waitin' baby
Go on home
Don't wanna jeapordize your safety
Maybe later
We shake the haters and gets busy
You say you wanna do same thing
Then get wit me
If not then hit me
I know you know the history
Last nigga ridin' round lookin' real crispy
Ridin' round town, top down
On the grizzy
Grind all the time to stay hot
Or either sizzlin'
I thought I told ya niggas
We run stop signs
Cause we don't stop
Till the cops come knockin'
For two block signs
Not mine
Toine gone right
Like sunshine and cold north through summertime
Now bow down
[Chorus]
I need a hood boy
Wifebeaters and jeans
Always in the trap
And he looks so mean
I need a hood boy
Go'on head pretty
We don't like them there
Need somethin' realer
I need a hood boy
Hot boys rock boys
Street boys B-boys
Man I love them boys
Loooove
Yeah yeah
Looooove
Hey hey shortie wanna rock with you
Shortie wanna rock with you
Wanna bop with you
I wanna ride with you
Chaise. Milner
Yeah
Ya gotta understand what I'm talkin' about
I'm talkin' about on this one
Sexy
Sexy as hell to me
Yeah
So let me tell ya 'bout a nigga I know
Six foot four
Two twenty-five
He's all the way live
See, where I come from
We like 'em like that
He don't talk smack
He just twist caps off
See, that's the only kinda dude I'm demandin'
And let the girl like me understand it
And the ones that ain't
They still gotta have it
They don't know why
But they stay chained to
I need a hood boy
Wife beaters and jeans
Always in the trap
And he looks so mean
I need a hood boy
Go' on head, pretty nigga
We don't like them there
Need somethin' mo' realer
I need a hood boy
Hot boys, rock boys
Street boys, B-boys
Man, I love them boys
Go on say
He knows how to treat a lady
But he won't let you get too rowdy
He stands up for himself
That's what I like most about him
He's all I see and all I need
And all that I want
And all that I'm used to
I swear that my man's the truth
I said I swear that my man's the truth
I need a hood boy
Wife beaters and jeans
Always in the trap
And he looks so mean
I need a hood boy
Go' on head, pretty nigga
We don't like them there
Need somethin' mo' realer
I need a hood boy
Hot boys, rock boys
Street boys, B-boys
Man, I love them boys
Go on say
I need a hood boy
Wife beaters and jeans
Always in the trap
And he looks so mean
I need a hood boy
Go' on head, pretty nigga
We don't like them there
Need somethin' mo' realer
I need a hood boy
Hot boys, rock boys
Street boys, B-boys
Man, I love them boys
Go on say
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
B A double d
Why say bye
Been fly
Ever since a nigga started sayin' bye
That's right, stand by
'Cause we about to take flight
Not a seven forty-seven
But the music and the microphone
Phone home
If you want someone waitin', baby
Go on home
Don't wanna jeopardize your safety
Maybe later
We shake the haters and gets busy
You say you wanna do same thing
Then get wit' me
If not, then hit me
I know you know the history
Last nigga ridin' 'round lookin' real crispy
Ridin' round town, top down
On the grizzy
Grind all the time to stay hot
Or even sizzlin'
I thought I told ya niggas
We run stop signs
'Cause we don't stop
Till the cops come knockin'
For two block signs
Not mine
Toine gone right
Like sunshine and cold north through summertime
Now, bow down
I need a hood boy
Wife beaters and jeans
Always in the trap
And he looks so mean
I need a hood boy
Go' on head, pretty nigga
We don't like them there
Need somethin' mo' realer
I need a hood boy
Hot boys, rock boys
Street boys, B-boys
Man, I love them boys
Go on say
Yeah, yeah
Hey, hey, shorty wanna rock with you
Shorty wanna rock with you
Wanna bop with you
I wanna ride with you
GarrettโsDollReviews
All I can say is thank you Drag Race for helping me discover so many good songs!
blondeandconfused
its where i find all my songs I swear
Brandon Wright
I used to absolutely LOVE this song when it 1st came out.
I completely forgot all about it until Miss Vanjie & Plastique COMPLETELY slayed!
Shantay you both stay, in my opinion ๐๐
xXxStitchesxXx
she killed it with this, and i'm still listening and nodding in agreement ;-)
miscevoisli flickle
๐๐คซ๐คฌ damn
Keya Mosby
Still blasting....
Melissa Copeland
YASSS she did kill this song....i love it ๐๐๐๐
music lover1984
@Melissa Copeland mama rock soul that grit .
Sierra Laveau
Vanjie better whip that latex ponytail. She killed it!!!!!
TheDawsongs
She dont