Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Too Hood 4 Hollywood, artist - Shy Glizzy. Date of issue: 16.09.2020
Song language: English
Too Hood 4 Hollywood |
| Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh |
| Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh |
| Yeah, how you like that? |
| Flew the bitch out and now she on the flight back |
| I sent you a message, you ain’t even write back |
| God sent you a blessing, you ain’t even strike back |
| I’m straight out them trenches, where you had to fight back |
| I still remember that kitchen, where I learned to cook crack |
| We live from Hollywood, baby how you gon' hype |
| She said you too hood, tell me how you love that |
| Yeah, I was a ghetto trapper, now I’m livin' larger |
| I moved out LA and I turnd into a dodger |
| Your bitch keep callin' me, yeah, I had to stall hr |
| Bitch I’m a baller, real shot caller |
| Cuban links, what the fuck you think, girl? |
| Winter time comin', I’m gon' buy you minks, girl |
| Fuck you dream, girl, I live in your dream world |
| I’m not a loud nigga, I won’t make a scene, girl |
| They want my hit, gunners, why I move so millitant |
| I put my hood on and niggas wan' be Zimmermann |
| Bitch I’m a gangsta not a law abidin' citizen |
| I can kill a with a hunnid fuckin' Benjamins |
| Yeah, how you like that? |
| Flew the bitch out and now she on the flight back |
| I sent you a message, you ain’t even write back |
| God sent you a blessing, you ain’t even strike back |
| I’m straight out them trenches, where you had to fight back |
| I still remember that kitchen, where I learned to cook crack |
| We live from Hollywood, baby how you gon' hype |
| She said you too hood, tell me how you love that |
| Yeah, the perfect endin' |
| Sorry God, I know we sinnin' |
| She just pretendin', she love you but she know we winnin' |
| I got racks, like fuckin' tenants |
| I’m with shooters, I call 'em my fuckin' Gremlins |
| My ex girl told me, I can never give no hoe my heart |
| If a side love you, then don’t ever let her tear apart |
| Ain’t got no friends, I’m lost most time, I’m in the dark |
| Got out the trenches, they say Jefe got that shit on lock |
| Who’s realer? |
| Baby tell me who’s iller? |
| Different type of nigga, I’m makin' different type of figures |
| I’m hesitant to kick it but I’m quick to pull the trigger |
| Fuck you 'round the villa, take the PJ to Anguilla |
| Yeah, how you like that? |
| Flew the bitch out and now she on the flight back |
| I sent you a message, you ain’t even write back |
| God sent you a blessing, you ain’t even strike back |
| I’m straight out them trenches, where you had to fight back |
| I still remember that kitchen, where I learned to cook crack |
| We live from Hollywood, baby how you gon' hype |
| She said you too hood, tell me how you love that, yeah |
| Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh |
| Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh |