Too Hood

[Chorus: Kirko Bangz] 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) [Verse 1: Glasses Malone] 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 [Chorus: Kirko Bangz] 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) [Verse 2: Glasses Malone] 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 [Chorus: Kirko Bangz] 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) [Bridge] La la la la (Ooh) La la la la (Ooh) La la la la (Ooh) La la la la (Ooh) [Verse 3: Game] 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 [Chorus: Kirko Bangz] 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)