Us lyrics

Artist  : Ice Cube 
Song : Us



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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
Nobody gives a
fuck about...