Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Body Count
Performer
Ernie.C
Guitar
Ice T
Rap
Moose Man
Bass
Beatmaster "V"
Drums
DRok
Rhythm Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ernie.C
Songwriter
Tracy Marrow
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ernie.C
Producer
Ice T
Mixing Engineer
Bernard Matthews
Engineer
Howie Klein
Executive Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
There goes the neighborhood
[Verse 2]
Here come them fuckin' ****
With their fancy cars
Who gave them fuckin' ****
Those rock guitars?
Who let 'em in the club?
Did you make 'em pay?
Who let 'em on the stage?
Who's lettin' 'em play?
Don't they know rock's just for whites?
Don't they know the rules?
Those **** are too hardcore
This shit ain't cool
Those blacks want everything
In the fuckin' world
That **** plays so good
He took my muthafuckin' girl
[Verse 3]
There goes the neighborhood
There goes the neighborhood
There goes the neighborhood
There goes the neighborhood
There goes the neighborhood
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
There goes the neighborhood
There goes the neighborhood
There goes the neightborhood
There goes the neighborhood
There goes the neighborhood
[Verse 6]
Here come them fuckin' ****
In their fancy cars
Who gave them fuckin' ****
Those rock guitars?
Who let 'em in the club?
Did you make 'em pay?
Who let 'em on the stage?
Who's lettin' 'em play?
Don't they know rock's just for whites?
Don't they know the rules?
Those **** are too hardcore
This shit ain't cool
Those blacks want everything
In the fuckin' world
That **** plays so good
He took my muthafuckin' girl
[Verse 7]
There goes the neighborhood
There, there, there, there goes the neighborhood
Written by: Ernie C, Ice-T