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