Testo Hoodz Come in Dozens - Del the Funky Homosapien
Testo della canzone Hoodz Come in Dozens (Del the Funky Homosapien), tratta dall'album I Wish My Brother George Was Here
Sixties frat rock
The economy was collapsing
And there's been a wave of minor bombings against Amer-
Gang violence is escalating in such manner I think the mere violence
Itself has become part of the gang life, part of the thrill
Thieves in the night, stick you in the alleyways
They might cause fright, they stick you up for bounce ways
Shoes and in the news, and even on Geraldo
You could choose who will lose a pair of shoes, word
The ones with the Reebok pumps get their rumps
Rearranged for the change, now they're down in the dumps
You spent two yards to sport 'em on the first day of school
And like a fool, you went out like the runway
They pulled out a tool and asked you to remove them
Quickly, I told 'em not to do it and they hit me
In the mouth with the nine, I thought they was like kinfolk
Another thug crime would elevate up to Twin Oaks Way
But hey, everybody is a victim
Hoods come in dozens, the magic word is "sicken"
When they spot you and they got you and you can't deal with 'em
All because you spent two G's on your booming system
Loud enough for the whole block to hear
But now they caught you at the light and you're drowning in your tears
Punk, you better raise your ass up out this car
Come off the car, punk, 'fore your ass gets blast
It never was your fault that your shit was expensive
You should've bought a vault, and now I gotta mention
That hoods come in dozens, read it in the papers
Seems like everyone caught a little vapor
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 Jordans
Now I wear Vans and my fans think I'm poor
When I waltz down the block with money in my sock and shoe
I hate you, Mr. Gangsta, 'cause everyone is mocking you
Now I can't get no rest because your pests keep
Killing little children like the sneakers are worth a million
Bucks, it really is a bummer
Someone tried to get me for a coat last summer
Dope coat, check it in, punk
Haha, yeah, damn, come on
Hoods come in dozens so watch your back
'Cause they are 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
(Oh, 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 stepping to you like, "Yo, I'll take these, black"
Give up the cash and your jewels without an argument
Otherwise you'll catch one between the eyes
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 hoods come in dozens (You goddamn right)
Hoods come in dozens (Like thieves in the night)
Hoods come in dozens (Plus running out of sight)
So give me them motherfucking Nikes
Credits
Writer(s): Alan Edward Gorrie, Teren Delvon Jones, Steve Ferrone, Roger Ball, Owen Onnie Mcintyre, Malcolm Duncan, Stuart James
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