There Goes The Neighborhood

(album: Body Count - 1992)

There goes the neighborhood.

Here come them fucking niggas
with their fancy cars.
Who gave them fucking niggas
those rock guitars?
Who let 'em in the club?
Did you make 'em pay?
Who let 'em on the stage?
Whose letting 'em play?

Don't they know rock's just for whites
don't they know the rules?
Those niggers are too hard core
this shit ain't cool.
Those blacks want everything
in the fucking world
That nigga plays so good
he took my muthafucking 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 going nowhere.
We're moving right next door to you,
Body Count, muthafucka.
And those of you that don't like it
can suck, my muthafucking 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 fucking niggas
with their fancy cars.
Who gave them fucking niggas
those rock guitars?
Who let 'em in the club?
Did you make 'em pay?
Who let 'em on the stage?
Whose letting '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 fucking world.
That nigga plays so good,
he took my muthafucking girl.
There goes the neighborhood
There, there, there, there goes the neighborhood.