Letra de ' Too Hood (feat. Ciara) ' de Gucci Mane

He's so hood, he's so damn good
He's so hood, he's some damn-
Gucci

Come help me mow yo lawn, mama, turn you up into a soldier
Head to the dreams, and your pretty legs on my shoulders
So don't lie to me I know you're scared of me
You ain't gotta be
Cuz I'll have yo back as long as you stay on top of me
First I let her drive, then I make her ride
She suck your head like every day like she met Dennis Rodman
Say paying wit yo waist, shit, she can overcharge
Still rough around the edges, but money's not a problem
Take it to the hood, move out the hood, but I park the booth, got a pocketbook
Then I call the jeweler, bring the cooler, make it look like Gucci look
Shawty got a mean swag, I wanna fuck with her
She don't need no lame nigga
She need a thug nigga

I ain't gotta worry about nothing
He's makin' trouble, always give me something
He's so hood, he's some damn hood
Down, keep it so right, and he do it good

I'm too hood for my own good
But we can ball to the mall down, it's all good

He's so hood, he's so damn hood
He's crazy guy, but too hood for his own good

She know I like the small lot of gamble
I'm in my hood sittin' low in my lambo
And we can be a duo, a tandem
Come through around until I back to back found em
Her mama like he ain't got no manners
But her mama like: Damn, Gucci, have some
It's a date night, yeah I got my cake right
The diamonds in the air, flashin' brighter, that's some brake lights
No I'm not a trouble maker, I just make it double
Shawty staring at me, but it's something make
Maybe it's my reputation, maybe it's my entourage
I'm straight out the hood, but ain't no need to try to camouflage

She ain't gotta worry, worth for nothing
I hold it down, she too much for you, so good

She's hanging off in jewelry all on her
And all the girls want him, so you can, tell them nothin'
He's so hood, he's so damn hood
He's so hood, he's too hood for his own good
He's so hood, he's so damn hood
He's crazy guy, but too hood for his own good

Keep it til' you die, but you can't be sick
Start rootin' for it, can't play it down like this
Find them in the Sun, find them in the 6
Find them in the air, somewhere in the bricks
Keep it til' you die, but you can't be sick
Start rootin' for it, can't play it down like this
Find them in the room, find them in the bay
Find them in New York, find them in L. A

She ain't gotta worry, worth for nothing
I hold it down, she too much for you, so good
She's hanging off in jewelry all on her
And all the girls want him, so you can, tell them nothin'
He's so hood, he's so damn hood
He's so hood, he's too hood for his own good
He's so hood, he's so damn hood
He's crazy guy, but too hood for his own good