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
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
Übersetzung: Ice-T. Body Count.
Übersetzung: T Ice. Body Count.
the sticker Kickin out girls that's nicety Yo, I gotta body count like Ice-T From here to New York I get skins and ain't talkin bout pork Swine, pig,
all ties in It's just some of that pimp, player, hustler shit Ice-T been around for a while now Nigga was gangbangin when gangbangin wasn't even cool
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 lowride and I sag and cuss I cover my
,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
still shining Niggas kept complaining so I copped more diamonds Rock more Versace, ain't nothing sweet I still throw t'ree in your body, fleeing the party Y'all can't
stick Ah, but that's nasty, cause I got a body count like Ice Tea From in New York I get them skins, and I ain't talking about pork Your sly, you
my English is old 40 down grab yourself an ice cold colt 45 feeling alive drunk as fuck in the daylight i'm ready to die! [Chorus:] sometimes, sometimes i count
robbing every Gotham piggy bank blinnnnnnnd Take a journey through the mind of a Riddler Chorus: Tax free money not a problem A heist to get the ice not a problem A body
looked quite this yellow and my body never quite this fat. I'll pay well over the odds, just to have some teenage abandoned back. I hit the ice of the
a style Stress reliever soak your feet, air them out Brain message, think about pink Stress relieving, no dishes in the sink Upper lower, left, right, neck don't play Back rub, count
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