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T Ice 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

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

Prevod: Ice T. Body Count.

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

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

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

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

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

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