Body Count
Artist：body count
Songs Title：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...
**** aint like that! its real ****** 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... **** you!
Tell us what to do... **** you!
Tell us what to do... **** you!
Tell us what to do... **** 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.
**** would hit the fan, **********
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 ***********
To south central.
Ha ha.
Yeah
**** 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 *********** home.
Yeah.
Yeah, we in the house, body count fools, 1991 ***********.
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 ***** with open eyes?
The worlds insane
While you drink champagne
And Im livin in black rain
Dont you hear the guns
You stupid, dumb, **** suckin, bum politicians.
Tell us what to do... **** you!
Tell us what to do... **** you!
The tension mounts...