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| | | Artist: | Ice Cube |
| | Album: | Death Certificate | | Track: | Us | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 6 | | | | 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 avenue
Bustin' caps at each
other after havin' brew
We can't enjoy ourselves
Too busy jealous... Of each other's
wealth
Commin' up is just in me
But the Black community is full of envy
Too
much back stabbin'
While I look up the street I see all the japs grabbin'
Every
vacant lot in my neighborhood
Build a store, and sell their goods
To the county of
sips (?)
You know us po niggas: nappy hair and big lips?
Four or five babies on your
crotch
And you expect Uncle Sam to help us out?
We ain't nothin' but porchmonkeys
To the average bigot, redneck honky
You say comin' up is a must
But before we
can come up, take a look at US
Verse Two:
And all y'all
dope-dealers...
Your as bad as the po-lice- cause ya kill us
You got rich when you
started slangin' dope
But you ain't built us a supermarket
So when can spend our
money with the blacks
Too busy buyin' gold an' Caddilacs
That's what ya doin' with
the money that ya raisin'
Exploitin' us like the Caucasians did
For 400 years - I
got 400 tears- for 400 peers
Died last year from gang-related crimes
That's why I
got gang-related rhymes
But when I do a show ta kick some facts
Us Blacks don't know
how ta act
Sometimes I believe the hype, man
We're messin' up ourselves and blame
the white man
But don't point the finger you jiggaboo
Take a look at yourself ya
dumb nigga you
Pretty soon hip-hop won't be so nice
No Ice Cube, just Vannilla Ice
And yall sit and scream and cus
But there's no one ta blame- but US
Verse Three:
US ... will always sing the blues
'Cause all we care
about is hairstyles and tennis shoes
But if ya step on mine ya pushed a button
"Cause I'll beat you down like it ain't nothin'
Just like a beast
But I'm the first
nigga ta holler out {PEACE, BLACK MAN}
I beat my wife and children to a pulp
When I
get drunk and smoke dope
Got a bad heart condition
Still eat hog-mogs an' chitlin's
Bet my money on the dice and the horses
Jobless, so I'm a hope for the armed forces
Go to church but they tease us
Wit' a picture of a blue-eyed Jesus
They used
to call me Negro
After all this time I'm still bustin up the chiffarobe
No respect
and didn't know it
And I'm havin' more babies than I really can afford
In jail
'cause I can't pay the mother
Held back in life because of my color
Now this is just
a little summary
Of US, but yall think it's dumb of me
To put a mirror to ya face,
but trust
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