[Featuring Ice Cube] Intro: *various media samples* 60's Frat Rock Yet the economy was collapsing And there's been a wave of minor bombings against Amer... Gang violence is escalating in such a manner I think the The mere violence itself has become part of of the gang life Part of the thrill (Yeah!) Verse One: Del Thieves in the night stick you in the alleyway They might cause fright, they stick you up for Bally suede shoes and in the news, and even on Geraldo You can choose who will lose a pair of shoes (Yup!) word The ones with the Reebok Pumps get their rumps rearranged for their change now their down in the dumps (Yup) You sprint two yards, to sport em on the first day of school and like a fool, you went out like the worst way They pulled out a tool, and asked you to remove them quickly, I told em not to do it and they hit me (What?) in the mouth with the nine, I thought they was like kinfolk (punk) I never thought crime would elevate up to Twin Oaks what but hey, everybody is a victim Hoodz come in dozens, the magic word is (stick em) When they spot you and they got you and you can't deal with em All because you spent two G's on your Boomin System Loud enough for the whole block to hear But now they caught you at the light and you're drownin in your tears (Punk you better raise your ass up out this car) (Come off the car punk 'fore your ass gets blast) And never was your fault that your shit was expensive You shoulda bought a vault, and now I gotta mention that Hoodz come in dozens, read it in the papers Seems like everyone caught a little vapors You can't escape em, so don't even plan it Gangsta Boogie fever has taken over planet Earth Now your life is worth a pair of Jordan's? Now I wear Vans and my fans think I'm poor When I walk down the block, with money in my sock and shoe I hate you Mista Gangsta, cause everyone is mocking you Now I can't get no rest because your pests keep killing little children like their speakers are worth a million Plus, it really is a bummer Someone tried to get me for a coat last summer (Your coat, check it in punk, hahah!) Damn Hoodz come in dozens so watch your back cause they all on the attack and you'll never know when they'll show up, but when they do You better throw up your hands like a fan and surrender Nigga don't be a pretender You ain't the Hulk G Give up the cash and all the big bulky jewelry (All of it) *In what, daylight?* That's the plan kid They don't even care if it's Candid Because passerbys mind they own beeswax So they like steppin to you like yo I'll take these blacks Give up your cash and your jewels without a argumnet Otherwise you'll catch one between the eyes (bang!) Don't play hero, cause hero plus a bullet equals zero Give up your dough and cheerio old chap You didn't get a cap busted in your temple See, it's just that simple Remember that hoodz come in dozens (You're god damn right) Hoodz come in dozens (like thieves in the night) Hoodz come in dozens (punks runnin out of sight) (So gimme them motherfuckin Nike's)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
