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Body Count
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Metal
Utwór Body Count został wydany 10 marca 1992 przez Rhino/Warner Records jako część albumu Body Count
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Data wydania10 marca 1992
WytwórniaRhino/Warner Records
JęzykEnglish
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
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[Verse 1]
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!
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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!
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
I hear it every night
Another gunfight
The tension mounts
On with the Body Count
[Verse 6]
Yo, Beatmaster "V", take these muthafuckas to South Central
[Verse 7]
I hear it every night
Another gunfight
The tension mounts
On with the Body Count
[Verse 8]
Last weekend, thirty-seven kids killed in gang warfare in my backyard
[Verse 9]
Yo, Ernie C, take these muthafuckas home
[Verse 10]
Yeah, we in the house, Body Count, fools
1991 muthafucka
[Verse 11]
I hear it every night
Another gunfight
The tension mounts
On with the Body Count
[Verse 12]
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 **** 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
[Verse 13]
Tell us what to do...
Fuck you!
Tell us what to do...
Fuck you!
The tension mounts...
Written by: Ernie C, Ice-T
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