[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)
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