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