Body Count

There goes the neighborhood.
Here come them fuckin niggas
With their fancy cars.
Who gave them fuckin niggas
Those rock guitars?
Who let em in the club?
Did you make em pay?
Who let em on the stage?
Whose lettin em play?
Dont they know rocks just for whites
Dont they know the rules?
Those niggers are too hard core
This shit aint cool.
Those blacks want everything
In the fuckin world
That nigga plays so good
He took my muthafuckin girl
There goes the neighborhood.
There goes the neighborhoooooood,
There goes the neighborhood,
There goes the neighborhood
There goes the neighborhood.
Da, da, da, da, da
Were here,
We aint goin nowhere.
Were movin right next door to you,
Body count, muthafucka.