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 - The Real Problem » Bodycount - The Winner Loses » Bodycount - Out In The Parking Lot » Bodycount - Kkk Bitch » Bodycount - Body Count » Bodycount - Smoked Pork » Bodycount - There Goes The Neighborhood » Bodycount - Bodycount Anthem » Bodycount - Mama`s Gotta Die Tonight » Bodycount - Cop Killer » Bodycount - Born Dead » Bodycount - Bodycount`s In The House » Bodycount - Voodoo » Bodycount - Bowels Of The Devil Рекомендуем скачать: » Хвостенко Алексей - Прощание со степью » Хабарова Кира - Пиво » Хамерман Знищує Віруси - Курицин » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Черный ворон » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Я кричу » Хабарова Кира - Платье из бурды » Хабарова Кира - На том берегу » Хабарова Кира - Ворон » Хвостенко Алексей - Эпиталама » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Запоминай » Хвостенко Алексей - Олимпийское проклятье » Хор и Оркестр ГАБТ СССР - Марш энтузиастов (Авиамарш) » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Я люблю » Хромов Юра - РАЗГОВОР СО СВЕЧОЙ » Хромов Юра - БЕЛЫМ ОФИЦЕРАМ ПОСВЯЩАЕТСЯ » Хабарова Кира - Снег сошел » Хвостенко Алексей - Пасмурный день » Хабарова Кира - Петербург » Хай-Фай, Hi-Fi - Не дано » Хабарова Кира - Лошадка-судьба
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