Monica: Too hood

Jermaine Dupri: I don't think y'all can handle this I don't really really think y'all can handle this Mo, I don't know if they can handle this I don't really really think they can handle this Chorus: I'm too hood for you I ain't trying to act too good for you I'm just trying to tell you what's really true Baby I don't think you can handle this I'm too hood for you Tell me what you know about Riding all chromed out Hair braided up With the gold in ya mouth Nothing, nothing Verse 1: I don't wanna pull your heart Play you out, call you a s.o.b. But the line you just kicked to me It won't get you nowhere with me I can see that you are not the kind of guy that I like Me and you could never be You're too nice and just too pretty and Chorus: I'm too hood for you I ain't trying to act too good for you I'm just trying to tell you what's really true Baby I don't think you can handle this I'm too hood for you Tell me what you know about Riding all chromed out Hair braided up With the gold in ya mouth Nothing, nothing Verse 2: It's not your fault I'm from the hood I love them bad and hate them good To keep it real with you, honestly That's the only type of fella that can handle me I'm tired out, faded out A playa that don't give a watch I'm the only one he lets inside And when he does it's ride or die Chorus: I'm too hood for you I ain't trying to act too good for you I'm just trying to tell you what's really true Baby I don't think you can handle this I'm too hood for you Tell me what you know about Riding all chromed out Hair braided up With the gold in ya mouth Nothing, nothing I try not to let it show Something says don't let it go, Well let yourself be free 'Cause I can take myself out the hood but I can't take the hood out of me I'm gangsta, got diamonds and my peeps are so ghetto Y'all just wanna please I gotta have the heart to play the part and talk the talk to walk these streets, I'm too hood Rap (Jermaine Dupri): Call it what you like Sometimes I like to fight Get fly, get high Party all night Keep at least 5 grand in my pocket in a rubber band, Only rock it if it's name brand you know Prada, Gucci, Polo, whatever The car? Gotta have that woodgrain and leather The shoes? Gotta be 20's or better I don't care if you're in a Benz or a Jetta Ladies, with tattoos, about three or four Of somebody's name you don't even see no more You gotta have the blings, some rings on your neck Peace bracelet, studs in your ears Fellas with more than two BMs, that's too hood Girls that dress like Lil' im, that's too hood Can't talk without cursin' and gold teeth MLK, ma that's me Monica: Now you see Just what I mean I'm too hood Chorus x3: I'm too hood for you I ain't trying to act too good for you I'm just trying to tell you what's really true Baby I don't think you can handle this I'm too hood for you Tell me what you know about Riding all chromed out Hair braided up With the gold in ya mouth Nothing, nothing