Текст (слова) песни: Body Count - Body Count

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 aint like that! its 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 worlds insane

While you drink champagne

And Im 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 youd 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 worlds insane

While you drink champagne

And Im livin in black rain,

Dont 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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