GLASSES MALONE - Too Hood lyrics

rate me

Ft. The Game & Kirko Bangz

(Hook: Kirko Bangz)

I'm 2 hood fo' ya (I like it)

I'm 2 hood fo' ya (Oh, but I like it)

I'm 2 hood fo' ya I, I like it, yeah)

I'm 2 hood fo' ya (Oh, whoa, yeah)

(Verse: Glasses Malone)

How would ya like if I took ya to the hood

Where we up to no good, servin' that good

Servin', servin' that good

Won't nobody say nothin', girl I got pull

We can pull up in the whip-worker house

Leave the motor runnin', both hop out

Ain't nobody take it, might take pictures

That's life when ya hanging with a fixture

Since 15 I been buildin' this rap

Cash rules everything, I don't take checks

Cash rules everything, I don't do chores

Have ya eva seen a wad of cash this large?

Well here, this shit let them all do yo thing

Chess not checkers, powers and yo queen

Bet it okay with the styles in my jeans

Know yo friends don't approve but ya proud as can be

I'm from the hood girl

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Glasses Malone)

Makin' moves, makin' moves, that's what hood niggas do

Gucci girl in Gucci shoes

I might rock the J's, Holograms on back

Ya really with a thug? Where yos? We can match

Hit the Slawson swap meet and blow a rack

Really from the hood and I could go back

Know ya like that, this life I'm livin'

When I'm on the air, respect I'm gettin'

And baby I'm gettin' it, and ya can get with it

Me and broke niggas 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 niggas ball

Rappers get exposed, round of applause

It's the hood girl

(Hook)

(Post-Hook x4)

La-la-la-la(Oh)

(Verse 3: Game)

I took a 100 racks and put it on a Benz

I ain't even got a crib, nigga stayin' 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

Anythin' I put out foreva be on that plastic

How I make it out of Compton (it's the rock, ya 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

(Hook)