Momma's Gotta Die Tonight chords by Body Count, Ice-T
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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No,
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no, no, Momma
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All
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my life I loved this girl so much,
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All my life I loved her simple touch.
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She cared for me and put
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me on this earth,
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Oh the pain of just a simple birth.
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But now I find that she has left me dumb and blind,
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Poisoned, twisted,
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and destroyed my mind.
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She taught me things that
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simply were not true
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She taught me hate for race
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That's why I hate you!
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There's only one way I can make it right,
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Momma's gotta die tonight.
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There's only one way I can make it right,
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Momma's gotta die tonight.
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Verse 3
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Momma, momma,
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I always loved my momma,
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I always loved my momma.
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I loved the way she hold me,
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I love the way she talked to me.
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She used to teach me a lot of things,
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She taught me good things,
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she taught me bad things.
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"Don't trust white people,
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don't trust white people.
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Don't trust white people, they're no good,
they're no good,
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They're no good, they're no good.
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They're just gonna rip you off,
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they're just gonna rip you off.
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Don't trust 'em,
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don't trust 'em."
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I said, "Why momma?", she said,
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"I told you don't
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Trust 'em they're no good."
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I said, "Momma,
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I thought we were all the same momma,
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Why momma?" She said,
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"Don't ask me any questions.
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Don't you challenge your
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mutha." Momma.
Verse 4
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So one day I found I fell in love
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And I brought my girlfriend home
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And I introduced her to my
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mutha and
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She smacked me,
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was a white girl and
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I said, "Why momma? Why momma?
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What did I do wrong?"
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You know, I found out my
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mutha was a evil woman.
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She hated Puerto Ricans,
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Mexicans, Jamaicans,
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Indians, Orientals,
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momma was no good.
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I learned to hate my mutha,
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hate my mutha.
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So I got some, ha ha, some lighter fluid,
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from the corner store
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And I put it around her bed,
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and I set her on fire!
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Ha, ha, ha.
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Burn momma, burn momma,
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burn momma, burn bitch
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Burn, burn, burrrrrn. Ha,
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ha, ha. Burn you racist bitch!
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Ha, ha, ha.
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But she wasn't quite dead. She
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jumped up from the bed
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And I grabbed my Louisville Slugger
that she had bought
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Me for my twelfth birthday
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and I came up behind her and
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I hit her, I hit her,
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I hit her twice. Ha, ha, ha.
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Now she was out.
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I went into the kitchen
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And I got that handy carving knife
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That we only use on special
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occasions like
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Bullshit Thanksgiving,
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and I took her and I laid her ol'
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Fucked up corpse on the floor
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and I cut her in
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Little bitty pieces. Cut off her arms,
her feet,
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Her neck, and I put her into
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little green hefty bags
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And I put it into my car and I said,
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"Momma, we're goin' on
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A vacation,
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a permanent vacation bitch."
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I took some of her around the world to Arizona,
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New York,
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Chicago, Atlanta, Miami,
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Oakland. Ha, ha, ha, yo, you
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Want to go to Connecticut, bitch. Ohio,
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Detroit, Texas, L.A.
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Whose laughin' now momma,
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whose laughin' now bitch,
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Whose laughin' now.
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Ha, ha, ha, ha.
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Verse 5
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So if you got a mutha or a
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grandmutha or a father
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Who wants to carry on the same
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racist bullshit that's
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Fucked this world up from day one,
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You can either look 'em in
the face and tell 'em to
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Suck your dick or do like Body
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Count does.
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Verse 6
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All my life I loved this girl so much,
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All my life I loved her simple touch.
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She cared for me and put
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me on this earth
Oh the pain of just a simple birth.
Right now I find that she has left me
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dumb and blind
Poisoned, twisted,
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and destroyed my mind.
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She taught me things that
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simply were not true
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She taught me hate for race
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That's why I hate you!
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There's only one way I can make it right,
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Momma's gotta die tonight.
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There's only one way I can make it right,
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Momma's gotta die tonight.
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Momma's Gotta Die Tonight
Body Count, Ice-T
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