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Body Count
Body Count
You know sometimes I sit at home, you know, and watch TV and I wonder what it would be like to live someplace like the Cosby show, Ozzie and Harriet, you know, where the cops come and got you cat outta the tree and all your friends died of old age. But you see, I live in South Central and unfortunately... SHIT AIN'T LIKE THAT! IT'S REAL FUCKED UP!
Goddamn what a brotha gotta do To the red, white and blue? What I gotta die To get a message through Before you realize I was a brotha with open eyes? The world's insane And I'm livin in black rain While you drink champagne You try to ban the A.K. I got ten of em stashed With a case of hand grenades Tell us what to do....Fuck you!
Tell us what to do....Fuck you! Tell us what to do....Fuck you! Tell us what to do....Fuck you!
You know what you'd do If a kid got killed on the way to school Shit would hit the fan mothafucka Or a cop shot your kid in the backyard And it would hit real hard The tension mounts I hear it every night, another gunfight On with the Body Count
Yo, Beatmaster V, take these mothafuckas to South Central
(Drum solo) Another gunfight I hear it every night The tension mounts On with the Body Count
Last weekend 37 kids killed in gang warfare in my backyard (Guitar solo)
Yo, Earnie C, take these mothafucka home (Guitar solo)
Yeah, we in the house, Body Count fools, 1991 mothafuckas I hear it every night Another gunfight The tension mounts
On with the Body Count Goddamn what a brotha gotta do To the red, white and you? To get a message through I was a nigga with open eyes? What I gotta die before you realize The world's insane While you drink champagne Don't you hear the guns And I'm livin in black rain You stupid, dumb, dickTell us what to do....Fuck you!
Tell us what to do....Fuck you! The tension mounts
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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© זכויות היוצרים שמורות למחברים
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