Too Hood 4 Hollywood

Yeah, how you like that? Flew the bitch out and now she on a flight back I sent you a message, you ain't even write back God sent you a blessing, you ain't even strike back I'm straight out them trenches, where you had to fight back I still remember that kitchen, where I learned to cook crack We live from Hollywood, baby, how you gon' act? She said, "You too hood", tell me how you love that Yeah, I was a ghetto trapper, now I'm livin' larger I moved out LA and I turned into a Dodger Your bitch keep callin' mе, yeah, I had to stall her Bitch, I'm a baller, rеal shot caller Cuban links, what the fuck you think, girl? Winter time comin', I'm gon' buy you minks, girl Fuck your dream, girl, I live in your dream world I'm not a loud nigga, I won't make a scene, girl They want my head gone, that's why I move so militant I put my hood on, and niggas wan' be Zimmerman Bitch I'm a gangsta, not a law-abidin' citizen I could kill a wangster with a hunnid fuckin' Benjamins Yeah, how you like that? Flew the bitch out and now she on a flight back I sent you a message, you ain't even write back God sent you a blessing, you ain't even strike back I'm straight out them trenches, where you had to fight back I still remember that kitchen, where I learned to cook crack We live from Hollywood, baby, how you gon' act? She said, "You too hood", tell me how you love that Yeah, the perfect endin' Sorry God, I know we sinnin' She just pretendin', she love you but she know we winnin' I got racks, a whole lot, yeah, like fuckin' tennis Ugly shooters, I call 'em my fuckin' Gremlins My ex-girl told me, "I can't never give no hoe my heart" If I say I love you, then don't ever let that tear apart Ain't got no friends, I lost most of 'em in the dark Go ask the trenches, they say, "Jefe got that shit on lock" Who's realer? Baby, tell me, who's iller? Different type of nigga, I'm makin' different type of figures I'm hesitant to kick it but I'm quick to pull the trigger Fuck you 'round the villa, take the PJ to Anguilla Yeah, how you like that? Flew the bitch out and now she on a flight back I sent you a message, you ain't even write back God sent you a blessing, you ain't even strike back I'm straight out them trenches, where you had to fight back I still remember that kitchen, where I learned to cook crack We live from Hollywood, baby, how you gon' act? She said, "You too hood", tell me how you love that, yeah