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There goes the neighborhood. Here come them fuckin' wiggers With those fancy cars. Who gave them fuckin' wiggers Those rock guitars? Who let 'em in the club? Did you make 'em pay? Who let 'em on the stage? Who let 'em play? Don't they know rock's just for us don't they know the rules? Those wiggers just ain´t hardcore This shit ain't cool. Those wiggers want everything In the fuckin' world That wigger plays so good He took my muthafuckin' girl There goes the neighborhood. There goes the neighborhood, There goes the neighborhoooooooood, There goes the neighborhood. Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. Letras de canciones We're here, bitches And we ain't goin' nowhere. We're movin' right next door to you, E. Town muthafucka. If all you punks there don't like it You can suck, my muthafuckin' dick, ha. Ten years in the game We´ve seen a lot new come And we´ve seen a lot new go But we´re still right here Ha ha ha ha hahaha Aaaah don't be mad hahahaha Bitch Here come them fuckin' wiggers With those fancy cars. Who gave them fuckin' wiggers Those rock guitars? Who let 'em in the club? Did you make 'em pay? Who let 'em on the stage? Who let 'em play? Don't they know rock's just for us Don't they know the rules? Those wiggers just ain´t hardcore This shit ain't cool. Those wiggers want everything in the fuckin' world. That wigger plays so good, He took my muthafuckin' girl. There goes the neighborhood There goes the neighborhood! There goes the neightborhoooooood! There goes the neighborhood! There goes the neighborhood! From Letras Mania