body count Yo Big Master Phee Take these motherfuckers to South Central Yea, fuck that I hear it every night, another gun fight The tension mounts on with the body count
will be heard by millions We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains It's the suckers deprivin' the truth from our children You can't hide the fact
your kid in the back yard Shit would hit the fan and hit hard! [CHORUS] I hear it every night, another gun fight The tension mounts On with the body count
译文: 冰吨. 死亡人数.
译文: T冰. 死亡人数.
burst A lot of fans ain't shit, let me repeat, a lot of fans ain't shit Quick to flip if our group don't hit They don't make you nothin' but a pop ho
Yeah,Body count's in the house Yeah,Zulu Nation's in the house Yeah,Ice T's in the house,yeah (verse one) You go on and on and you don't stop Got sticky
day I die I can't go straight, I won't even try I'm stuck in the game, so don't ask me why It's life in L.A. I low ride and I sag and cuss I cover my
count double digit thousand stacks At last I'm literally loungin' Black tip back count double digit thousand stacks Tip back count double digit thousand stacks Tip back count
gear, flickin' hundred dollar bills in the air Oh yeah, Cuban Link is into getting Benjamin's 'Cuz if doesn't make dollars, then it doesn't make sense
a bag of ticks i'll treat yah Different colors in my chain, oo count thing people hatin on the count but they won't swing stripe clubs ain't nothing
spitter, his gun spit too Call 'em Sex Pistols, ravishing, nigga, I'm Rick Rude And ain't many mothafuckas could fit up in Rick's shoes Man, listen, ice
in your wildest dreams For some, the sun will never come out tomorrow Like those in this heart pounding tale of random horror Of a body count, after
slang Luda-vision Hip-Hop's God in these jeans, now that's true religion You couldn't fill my shoes, You couldn't fill my jockey My niggas fight over ice
yesterday We already eating yall tryna make reservae We making movies while yall sit on couches pressing play Mmoney aint on your mind, what you thinking doesn't count
said let me tell you somethin? Annalillia I?m proud to announce that all balls don?t bounce And that?s all that counts, I?m out Annalillia, oh Annalillia
