There Goes the Neighborhood

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? Don't they know rock's just for whites Don't they know the rules? Those niggas are too hard core This shit ain't 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 We're here, We ain't goin' nowhere. We're movin' right next door to you, Body Count, muthafucka. And those of you that don't like it Can suck, my muthafuckin' dick, ha, ha, ha, ha. There goes the neighborhood! Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha There goes the neighborhood! Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha There goes the neightborhoooooood! There goes the neighborhood! Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha 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? Don't they know rock's just for whites Don't they know the rules? Those niggas are too hard core This shit ain't cool. Those blacks want everything in the fuckin' world. That nigga plays so good, He took my muthafuckin' girl. There goes the neighborhood There, there, there, there goes the neighborhood.

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