Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Glasses Malone ft. Kirko Bangz & Game - Too Hood Lyrics

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Too Hood Lyrics by Glasses Malone ft. Kirko Bangz & Game

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(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)

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