Текст (слова) песни: Bodycount - Body Count

[Featuring Ice-T]
You know sometimes I sit at home, you know,
and I watch T.V. and I wonder what it would be like
to live someplace like, you know, the Cosby show,
Ozzie and Harriet, you know, where
cops come and got your cat outta the tree
all your friends died of old age,
But you see, I live in South Central Los Angeles and unfortunately...
SHIT AIN`T LIKE THAT! IT`S REAL FUCKED UP!
Goddamn what a brotha gotta do
to get a message through
to the red, white and blue?
What I gotta die
before you realize
I was a brotha with open eyes?
The world`s insane
while you drink champagne
and I`m livin` in black rain.
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
or a cop shot your kid in the backyard.
Shit would hit the fan, muthafucka
and it would hit real hard.
I hear it every night, another gunfight,
the tension mounts,
on with the Body Count.
Yo, Beatmaster "V", take these muthafuckas
to South Central.
Ha ha.
Yeah
Fuck that.
I hear it every night,
another gunfight,
the tension mounts,
on with the Body Count.
Last weekend thirty-seven kids killed in gang warfare,
in my backyard.
No!
No!
No!
Yo, Ernie C., take these muthafuckas home.
Yeah.
Yeah, we in the house, Body Count fools, 1991 muthafuckas.
I hear it every night,
another gunfight,
the tension mounts,
on with the Body Count.
Goddamn what a brotha gotta do
to get a message through
to the red, white and you?
What I gotta die before you realize
I was a nigga with open eyes?
The world`s insane
while you drink champagne
and I`m livin` in black rain,
don`t you hear the guns
you stupid, dumb, dick suckin`, bum politicians.
Tell us what to do... Fuck you!
Tell us what to do... Fuck you!
The tension mounts...

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Bodycount - Body Count [Featuring Ice-T] You know sometimes I sit at home, you know, and I watch T.V. and I wonder what it would be like to live someplace like, you know, the Cosby show, Ozzie and Harriet, you know, where cops come and got your cat outta the tree all your friends died of old age, But you see, I live in South Central Los Angeles and unfortunately... SHIT AIN`T LIKE THAT! IT`S REAL FUCKED UP! Goddamn what a brotha gotta do to get a message through to the red, white and blue? What I gotta die before you realize I was a brotha with open eyes? The world`s insane while you drink champagne and I`m livin` in black rain. 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 or a cop shot your kid in the backyard. Shit would hit the fan, muthafucka and it would hit real hard. I hear it every night, another gunfight, the tension mounts, on with the Body Count. Yo, Beatmaster "V", take these muthafuckas to South Central. Ha ha. Yeah Fuck that. I hear it every night, another gunfight, the tension mounts, on with the Body Count. Last weekend thirty-seven kids killed in gang warfare, in my backyard. No! No! No! Yo, Ernie C., take these muthafuckas home. Yeah. Yeah, we in the house, Body Count fools, 1991 muthafuckas. I hear it every night, another gunfight, the tension mounts, on with the Body Count. Goddamn what a brotha gotta do to get a message through to the red, white and you? What I gotta die before you realize I was a nigga with open eyes? The world`s insane while you drink champagne and I`m livin` in black rain, don`t you hear the guns you stupid, dumb, dick suckin`, bum politicians. Tell us what to do... Fuck you! Tell us what to do... Fuck you! The tension mounts... Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Body Count: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/10569.html Все тексты песен: Bodycount » Bodycount - Body Count » Bodycount - Kkk Bitch » Bodycount - Bowels Of The Devil » Bodycount - There Goes The Neighborhood » Bodycount - The Real Problem » Bodycount - Smoked Pork » Bodycount - Bodycount Anthem » Bodycount - Voodoo » Bodycount - Out In The Parking Lot » Bodycount - Cop Killer » Bodycount - Born Dead » Bodycount - The Winner Loses » Bodycount - Bodycount`s In The House » Bodycount - Mama`s Gotta Die Tonight Рекомендуем скачать: » One Man Army - She Wants Me Dead » Orgy - Fiction (Dreams In Digtal) » Offspring, The - Want U Bad » Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark - Then You Turn Away » One Minute Silence - A Day In The Light Of » OAR - She Gone (only In Dreams) » Olivia Newton-John - Come On Over » Orchid - Victory Is Ours » osbourne ozzy - goodbye to romance \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Opio f Planet Asia - The Grassy Knoll » Ol` Dirty Bastard f C-Murder, E-40 - Anybody * » Ozzy Osbourne - You`re No Different » Oceana - Messer » One Last Thing - See The Bar » Obituary - Slowly We Rot » Outkast - Funky Ride » Opeth - Patterns In The Ivy 2 » Oldfield Sally - Sons Of The Free » Offspring - Hey Joe » Omen Hungary - Lanyok Feketeben
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