Monica - Too Hood Lyrics
Intro:jdI dont think yall can handle this, I dont really really think yall can handle this, moI dont think they can handle this, I dont really think they can handle this, tell emChorus:Im too hood for youI aint tryin act too good for youIm just tryna tell ya whats really truBaby I dont think u can handle this (Im too)Im too hood for youTell me what u kno about ridin on chromed outHair braided up with the gold in ya mouthNuthin, nuthinVerse:I dont wanna pull ya cardsPlay u out, call you softBut the line you just kicked to meIt wont get you nowhere with meI can see dat your notThe kinda guy that I likeMe and you could never beYour too nice and just too prettyAnd imChorus repeatVerse:Its not ya fault Im from da hoodI love em bad and hate em goodTo keep it real with honestlyThats the only typa figure dat can handle meAll tatted up, or faded upA playa dat dont give a whatIm the only one he lets insideWhen he does his ride or dieDarling thats why imChorus repeatBridge:I try not to let it shoBut something says mo let it goAnd let ya self be freeCuz I ca take myself out da hoodBut cant take da hood outta meIm ganstaGot diamonds in my teethSo ghettoYall just want a pieceI gotta have the heart to play the partAnd talk the talk to walk these streetsIm too hoodRap: jd(yeah yeah yeah yeah)Call it what u likeSometimes I like to fightGet fly , get highParty all nightKeep about 5 grand in my pocketAnd a rubber band only rock it if its name brand (u kno)Prada, gucci, polo what evaDa car? gotta have dat wood green and leatherDa shoes? they gotta be 20s or betterI dont care if you if u in a benz or a jedda (ladies)With tattoos about 3 or 4Of somebodys name you dont even see no moAnd you gotta have da blingSome rings or a neck piece, a braclet, some studs in ya ear at leastFellaz with mo than two bms ( thats too hood)Gurrlz dat dress like lil kim (dats too hood)Cant talk with out cursinGold teeth, m l kAwl dats meIm just too ....hoodChorus: repeat x4 (ugh)Adlibs:Now you see Im just too hoodIm too hood for you (tell me what you kno about)Ridin on chromed out (hair braided up with da gold in ya mouth)Nuthin, nuthinOh im, mo imIm not tryna beNot tryna be funnyYou see I like da thuggish thingsThey make me screamGold in his mouth woo woo woo woo woo(chorus fade)
