Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Too Hood, artist - Glasses Malone. Album song GlassHouse 2: Life Ain't Nuthin But..., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Division Media Company
Song language: English
Too Hood |
How would you like if I took you to the hood |
Where we up to no good, serving that good |
Serving, serving that good |
Won’t nobody say nothing, girl I got pull |
We can pull up in the whip-worker house |
Leave the motor running, both hop out |
Ain’t nobody take it, might take pictures |
That’s life when you hanging with a fixture |
Since 15 I been building this rap |
Cash rules e’rythang, I don’t take checks |
Cash rules e’rythang, I don’t do chores |
Have you ever seen a wad of cash this large? |
Well here, this shit let them all do your thing |
Chess not checkers, powers and your queen |
Bet it okay with the styles in my jeans |
Know your friends don’t approve but you proud as can be |
I’m from the hood girl |
I’m too hood for you (I like it) |
I’m too hood for you (Ooh but I like it) |
I’m too hood for you (I, I like it, yeah) |
I’m too hood for you (Ooh, woah, yeah) |
Making moves, making moves, that’s what hood niggas do |
Gucci girl in Gucci shoes |
I might rock the J’s, Holograms on back |
You really with a thug? |
Where yours? |
We can match |
Hit the Slawson swap meet and blow a rack |
Really from the hood and I could go back |
Know you like that, this life I’m living |
When I’m on the air, respect I’m getting |
And baby I’m getting it, and you can get with it |
Me and broke niggas like A-Tray and Sixties |
We don’t get along, thuggin' and I’m on |
Tired of these squares? |
Come and thug with Malone |
We can hit Roscoe, food off the chain |
The one on Manchester, right up off of Maine |
The rappers don’t go and only real niggas ball |
Rappers get exposed, round of applause |
It’s the hood girl |
I’m too hood for you (I like it) |
I’m too hood for you (Ooh but I like it) |
I’m too hood for you (I, I like it, yeah) |
I’m too hood for you (Ooh, woah, yeah) |
La la la la (Ooh) |
La la la la (Ooh) |
La la la la (Ooh) |
La la la la (Ooh) |
I took a 100 racks and put it on a Benz |
I ain’t even got a crib, nigga staying with his friends |
10 year flip now a nigga get his ends |
Took the Bentley Dre sent me and put it on rims |
I am simply the God out here, the Nas out here |
Glasses, tell em I’m classic |
Anything I put out forever be on that plastic |
How I make it outta Compton (it's the rock, you bastards) |
Used to bang Hov in my eye rocket, get high, know I drop |
Sit on my grandmother’s porch, ask God «why 'Pac?» |
And since he gone, I rep my city to the fullest |
Only thing that can stop me is a bullet, pull it, nigga |
I’m too hood for you (I like it) |
I’m too hood for you (Ooh but I like it) |
I’m too hood for you (I, I like it, yeah) |
I’m too hood for you (Ooh, woah, yeah) |