Red Rain_If歌词 IfLRC歌词
歌手：Red Rain
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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 the cosby show, ozzie and harriet, you
know, where the cups come and got your cat outta the tree and 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 ****ed 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 world's
insane while you drink champagne and i'm 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 you'd do if a kid got killed on the way to school or a cup shot your
kid in the backyard. shit would hit the fan mutha****a 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 mutha****as to south central.
(drum solo)
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.
(guitar solo)
yo, ernie c., take these mutha****as home,
(guitar solo)
yeah, we in the house, body count fools,1991 mutha****as.
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 nigga with open eyes? the world's
insane while you drink champagne
and i'm livin' in black rain, don't you hear the guns you stupid, dumb, dick suckin',
bum politicians.
tell us what to do... **** you! tell us what to do... **** you! the tension mounts...
it would be like to live someplace like the cosby show, ozzie and harriet, you
know, where the cups come and got your cat outta the tree and 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 ****ed 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 world's
insane while you drink champagne and i'm 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 you'd do if a kid got killed on the way to school or a cup shot your
kid in the backyard. shit would hit the fan mutha****a 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 mutha****as to south central.
(drum solo)
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.
(guitar solo)
yo, ernie c., take these mutha****as home,
(guitar solo)
yeah, we in the house, body count fools,1991 mutha****as.
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 nigga with open eyes? the world's
insane while you drink champagne
and i'm livin' in black rain, don't you hear the guns you stupid, dumb, dick suckin',
bum politicians.
tell us what to do... **** you! tell us what to do... **** you! the tension mounts...
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 the cosby show, ozzie and harriet, you
know, where the cups come and got your cat outta the tree and 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 ****ed 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 world's
insane while you drink champagne and i'm 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 you'd do if a kid got killed on the way to school or a cup shot your
kid in the backyard. shit would hit the fan mutha****a 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 mutha****as to south central.
(drum solo)
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.
(guitar solo)
yo, ernie c., take these mutha****as home,
(guitar solo)
yeah, we in the house, body count fools,1991 mutha****as.
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 nigga with open eyes? the world's
insane while you drink champagne
and i'm livin' in black rain, don't you hear the guns you stupid, dumb, dick suckin',
bum politicians.
tell us what to do... **** you! tell us what to do... **** you! the tension mounts...
[ki:]
it would be like to live someplace like the cosby show, ozzie and harriet, you
know, where the cups come and got your cat outta the tree and 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 ****ed 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 world's
insane while you drink champagne and i'm 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 you'd do if a kid got killed on the way to school or a cup shot your
kid in the backyard. shit would hit the fan mutha****a 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 mutha****as to south central.
(drum solo)
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.
(guitar solo)
yo, ernie c., take these mutha****as home,
(guitar solo)
yeah, we in the house, body count fools,1991 mutha****as.
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 nigga with open eyes? the world's
insane while you drink champagne
and i'm livin' in black rain, don't you hear the guns you stupid, dumb, dick suckin',
bum politicians.
tell us what to do... **** you! tell us what to do... **** you! the tension mounts...
[ki:]
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