Too Hood Lyrics - Glasses Malone

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 

(1 - Glasses Malone) 

How would you like if I take 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 s**t 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 

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(Repeat ) 

(2 - Glasses Malone) 

Making moves, making moves, that's what hood ni**as 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 ni**as like A-Tray and Sixties 

We don't get along, thugging 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 ni**as ball 

Rappers get exposed, round of applause 

It's the hood girl 

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(Repeat ) 

(Bridge) 

La la la la, ooh 

La la la la, ooh 

La la la la, ooh 

La la la la, ooh 

(3 - Game) 

I took a 100 racks and put it on a Benz 

I ain't even got a crib, ni**a staying with his friends 

10 year flip now a ni**a 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, ni**a 

(Repeat )