paroles de chanson Hoodwinkerz - T.B.T

Yo, welcome to my town
Ain't no people around
Only savages man
That's how they get down (dupe!)
You better walk on your toes
Don't make a sound
Don't even try to smile
Cuz they'll give you a frown (shoot!)
So turn around, this is your break
Halfway home you know this is a mistake
The more you get to know them man
The more that they fake
Bloodsucking snakes, all they do is fucking take
Uh, so you're motto is money
Your crew is kinda crummy
You said you won the lotto but your paper smells funny
Listen up buddy I won't say it again
I can't stand no dummies
I only walk with men
I can see you got the papers
Let me donate the pen
Stay calm man,
This is a state of Zen
Tell me, tell me, tell me, oh tell me why you cry
You don't need to homie
I can see it through your eyes
I can analyze all your lies, (uh)
Cuz you idolize, (uh)
But behind my back all you do is criticize

Du- du- du- du,
Du- du- du- du- dupe
Du- du- du- du-, du- du- dupe
Hoodwinkerz
Du- du- du- du,
Du- du- du- du- dupe
Du- du- du- du-, du- du- dupe
Hoodwinkerz

Check this new sound
From the underground
Strolling down
I'm B-city bound til I'm outta town
Back with that street feeling shit
I'm here killing shit
Silly hits make the crowd start moving
Shimmy shit
Doing it, over and over
Til we take over
These motherfuckers now know
When to take cover
On the borders of the world
I'm beginning to swirl
And I'm burning shit down
As I'm growing and thirling
It's that motherfucking bold groove
And I'm twisted as a passionate old poove
I woke up to a golden tooth under my pillow
I'm so slick and my raps are super mellow
I'm going "boom", "boom", "boom"
I ain't feeling doomed
Fuck the press
I ain't shitting on the best
Cuz I respect the old school
This is for the few ones
The goons with the realness
I wish my boys 2Pac and Biggie could hear this

Du- du- du- du,
Du- du- du- du- dupe
Du- du- du- du-, du- du- dupe
Hoodwinkerz
Du- du- du- du,
Du- du- du- du- dupe
Du- du- du- du-, du- du- dupe
Hoodwinkerz
Du- du- du- du,
Du- du- du- du- dupe
Du- du- du- du-, du- du- dupe
Hoodwinkerz
Du- du- du- du,
Du- du- du- du- dupe
Du- du- du- du-, du- du- dupe
Hoodwinkerz

While we at it, uh,
Let me smack quacks, wack artists
This ain't for the hoodwinkerz that claim being honest
See, me on it
I'm with the certified knowledge
They call themselves rappers
I just see them wrapping garbage, (oooh)
I observe every word released in these verses (okay)
Radios looking for germs with no cursing (okay)
But this is hip-hop in case you weren't certain (poo-poo-, poo)
I blow up this curtain and burst up in the air
A Robin hood ghetto
You a certified thief (heeey)
Santa Clause is gone
Now you're robbing from the trees
Oh you a thug? (hell nah, what?!)
All I see is a player
An imposter,
Man you ain't nothing but a faker

Du- du- du- du,
Du- du- du- du- dupe
Du- du- du- du-, du- du- dupe
Hoodwinkerz
Du- du- du- du,
Du- du- du- du- dupe
Du- du- du- du-, du- du- dupe
Hoodwinkerz