Ice Cube - Us Lyrics
Verse one:Could you tell me who released our animal instinct?Got the white man sittin there tickled pink.Laughin at us on the avenueBustin caps at each other after havin brewWe cant enjoy ourselvesToo busy jealous... of each others wealthCommin up is just in meBut the black community is full of envyToo much back-stabbinWhile I look up the street I see all the japs grabbinEvery vacant lot in my neighborhoodBuild a store, and sell their goodsTo the county of sips (? )You know us po niggas: nappy hair and big lips?Four or five babies on your crotchAnd you expect uncle sam to help us out?We aint nothin but porchmonkeysTo the average bigot, redneck honkyYou say comin up is a mustBut before we can come up, take a look at usVerse two:And all yall dope-dealers...Your as bad as the po-lice- cause ya kill usYou got rich when you started slangin dopeBut you aint built us a supermarketSo when can spend our money with the blacksToo busy buyin gold an caddilacsThats what ya doin with the money that ya raisinExploitin us like the caucasians didFor 400 years - I got 400 tears- for 400 peersDied last year from gang-related crimesThats why I got gang-related rhymesBut when I do a show ta kick some factsUs blacks dont know how ta actSometimes I believe the hype, manWere messin up ourselves and blame the white manBut dont point the finger you jiggabooTake a look at yourself ya dumb nigga youPretty soon hip-hop wont be so niceNo ice cube, just vannilla iceAnd yall sit and scream and cusBut theres no one ta blame- but usVerse three:Us ... will always sing the bluescause all we care about is hairstyles and tennis shoesBut if ya step on mine ya pushed a buttonCause Ill beat you down like it aint nothinJust like a beastBut Im the first nigga ta holler out {peace, black man}I beat my wife and children to a pulpWhen I get drunk and smoke dopeGot a bad heart conditionStill eat hog-mogs an chitlinsBet my money on the dice and the horsesJobless, so Im a hope for the armed forcesGo to church but they tease usWit a picture of a blue-eyed jesusThey used to call me negroAfter all this time Im still bustin up the chiffarobeNo respect and didnt know itAnd Im havin more babies than I really can affordIn jail cause I cant pay the motherHeld back in life because of my colorNow this is just a little summaryOf us, but yall think its dumb of meTo put a mirror to ya face, but trustNobody gives a ***** about...
