| How would you like if I took you to the hood
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| Where we up to no good, serving that good
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| Serving, serving that good
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| Won’t nobody say nothing, girl I got pull
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| We can pull up in the whip-worker house
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| Leave the motor running, both hop out
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| Ain’t nobody take it, might take pictures
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| That’s life when you hanging with a fixture
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| Since 15 I been building this rap
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| Cash rules e’rythang, I don’t take checks
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| Cash rules e’rythang, I don’t do chores
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| Have you ever seen a wad of cash this large?
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| Well here, this shit let them all do your thing
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| Chess not checkers, powers and your queen
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| Bet it okay with the styles in my jeans
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| Know your friends don’t approve but you proud as can be
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| I’m from the hood girl
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| I’m too hood for you (I like it)
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| I’m too hood for you (Ooh but I like it)
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| I’m too hood for you (I, I like it, yeah)
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| I’m too hood for you (Ooh, woah, yeah)
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| Making moves, making moves, that’s what hood niggas do
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| Gucci girl in Gucci shoes
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| I might rock the J’s, Holograms on back
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| You really with a thug? |
| Where yours? |
| We can match
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| Hit the Slawson swap meet and blow a rack
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| Really from the hood and I could go back
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| Know you like that, this life I’m living
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| When I’m on the air, respect I’m getting
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| And baby I’m getting it, and you can get with it
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| Me and broke niggas like A-Tray and Sixties
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| We don’t get along, thuggin' and I’m on
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| Tired of these squares? |
| Come and thug with Malone
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| We can hit Roscoe, food off the chain
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| The one on Manchester, right up off of Maine
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| The rappers don’t go and only real niggas ball
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| Rappers get exposed, round of applause
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| It’s the hood girl
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| I’m too hood for you (I like it)
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| I’m too hood for you (Ooh but I like it)
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| I’m too hood for you (I, I like it, yeah)
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| I’m too hood for you (Ooh, woah, yeah)
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| La la la la (Ooh)
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| La la la la (Ooh)
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| La la la la (Ooh)
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| La la la la (Ooh)
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| I took a 100 racks and put it on a Benz
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| I ain’t even got a crib, nigga staying with his friends
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| 10 year flip now a nigga get his ends
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| Took the Bentley Dre sent me and put it on rims
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| I am simply the God out here, the Nas out here
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| Glasses, tell em I’m classic
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| Anything I put out forever be on that plastic
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| How I make it outta Compton (it's the rock, you bastards)
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| Used to bang Hov in my eye rocket, get high, know I drop
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| Sit on my grandmother’s porch, ask God «why 'Pac?»
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| And since he gone, I rep my city to the fullest
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| Only thing that can stop me is a bullet, pull it, nigga
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| I’m too hood for you (I like it)
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| I’m too hood for you (Ooh but I like it)
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| I’m too hood for you (I, I like it, yeah)
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| I’m too hood for you (Ooh, woah, yeah) |