Ice Cube – Us (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

person Cuslifolder_openNexusaccess_time June 19, 2017

No Ice Cube, just Vanilla Ice
Could you tell me who unleashed our animal instinct?
US … will always sing the blues
But you ain’t built us a supermarket
Jobless, so I’m a hope for the armed forces
I beat my wife and children to a pulp
That’s why I got gang-related rhymes
You’re as bad as the po-lice- cause ya kill us

Comin’ up is just in me
After all this time I’m still bustin’ up the chiffarobe
Build a store, and sell their goods
But don’t point the finger you jiggaboo
Of US, but yall think it’s dumb of me
While I look out the window I see all the Japs grabbin’
Now this is just a little summary
They used to call me Negro
You say comin’ up is a must
Sometimes I believe the hype, man
Pretty soon hip-hop won’t be so nice
And yall sit and scream and cuss
Wit’ a picture of a blue-eyed Jesus
And you expect Uncle Sam to help us out?
[Verse 1]
When I get drunk and smoke dope

We mess it up ourselves and blame the white man
Cause all we care about is hairstyles and tennis shoes
Four or five babies on your crotch
Exploitin’ us like the Caucasians did
But when I do a show ta kick some facts
"Cause I’ll beat you down like it ain’t nothin’"
To the average bigot, redneck honky
Too busy buyin’ gold an’ Cadillacs
Too busy jealous… at each other’s wealth
That’s what ya doin’ with the money that ya raisin’
But before we can come up, take a look at US
No respect and ignored
[Verse 2]
Us Blacks don’t know how ta act
Bet my money on the dice and the horses
You got rich when you started slangin’ dope
Go to church but they tease us
Still eat hog-mogs an’ chitlin’s
And all y’all dope-dealers…
But I’m the first nigga ta holler out {PEACE, BLACK MAN}
Bustin’ caps at each other after havin’ brew
And the white man sittin’ there tickled pink
Laughin’ at us on the avenue
Too much back-stabbin’
For 400 years – I got 400 tears- for 400 peers
Take a look at yourself ya dumb nigga you
Just like a beast
Got a bad heart condition
In jail cause I can’t pay the mother
Died last year from gang-related crimes
Held back in life because of my color
But there’s no one ta blame- but US
Every vacant lot in my neighborhood
To the county recips
So when can spend our money with the blacks
We can’t enjoy ourselves
Nobody gives a fuck about…
And if ya step on mine ya pushed a button
We ain’t nothin’ but porchmonkeys
And I’m havin’ more babies than I really can afford
You know, us po niggas; nappy hair and big lips?
[Verse 3]
But the Black community is full of envy
To hold a mirror to ya face, but trust

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