Us Lyrics

Song	Us
Artist	Ice Cube
Album	Death Certificate
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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 **** about...

	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 backstabbin'
	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 dopedealers...
	Your as bad as the police 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 gangrelated crimes
	That' s why i got gangrelated 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 hiphop 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 hogmogs 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 blueeyed 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 about...

	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 backstabbin'
	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 dopedealers...
	Your as bad as the police 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 gangrelated crimes
	That' s why i got gangrelated 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 hiphop 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 hogmogs 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 blueeyed 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 about...

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