Body Count

Lyrics

[Intro] You know, sometimes, I sit at home, you know, and I watch TV 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 out of 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 1] Goddamn, what a brother gotta do to get a message through to the red, white and blue? What, I gotta die before you realize I was a brother with open eyes? The world's insane, while you drink champagne and I'm living in black rain Try to ban the AK, I got ten of 'em stashed with a case of hand grenades [Bridge] (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 2] You know what you'd do if your kid got killed on the way to school or a cop shot your kid in the backyard Shit would hit the fan, motherfucker, and it would hit real hard [Chorus] I hear it every night Another gunfight The tension mounts On with the Body Count [Interlude] Yo, Beatmaster V, take these motherfuckers to South Central [Drum Solo] Ha ha Yeah Fuck that [Chorus] I hear it every night Another gunfight The tension mounts On with the Body Count [Bridge 2] Last weekend, 37 kids killed in gang warfare In my backyard [Guitar Solo 1] No! No! No! [Interlude] Yo, Ernie C., take these motherfuckers home [Guitar Solo 2] Yeah Yeah, we in the house, Body Count, fools, 1991, motherfucker [Chorus] I hear it every night Another gunfight The tension mounts On with the Body Count [Verse 3] Goddamn, what a brother 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 living in black rain Don't you hear the guns, you stupid, dumb, dick-sucking, bum politicians? [Bridge] (Tell us what to do) Fuck you! (Tell us what to do) Fuck you! The tension mounts...