Lirik Lagu Us - Ice Cube
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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 avenueBustin' caps at each other after havin' brewWe can't enjoy ourselvesToo busy jealous... Of each other's wealthCommin' up is just in meBut the Black community is full of envyToo much back stabbin'While I look up the street I see all the japs grabbin'Every 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 ain't nothin' but porchmonkeysTo the average bigot, redneck honkyYou say comin' up is a mustBut 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 usYou got rich when you started slangin' dopeBut you ain't built us a supermarketSo when can spend our money with the blacksToo busy buyin' gold an' CaddilacsThat's what ya doin' with the money that ya raisin'Exploitin' us like the Caucasians didFor 400 years - I got 400 tears- for 400 peersDied last year from gang-related crimesThat's why I got gang-related rhymesBut when I do a show ta kick some factsUs Blacks don't know how ta actSometimes I believe the hype, manWe're messin' up ourselves and blame the white manBut don't point the finger you jiggabooTake a look at yourself ya dumb nigga youPretty soon hip-hop won't be so niceNo Ice Cube, just Vannilla IceAnd yall sit and scream and cusBut 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 shoesBut if ya step on mine ya pushed a button"Cause I'
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 can't enjoy ourselvesToo busy jealous... Of each other's wealthCommin' up is just in meBut the Black community is full of envyToo much back stabbin'While I look up the street I see all the japs grabbin'Every 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 ain't nothin' but porchmonkeysTo the average bigot, redneck honkyYou say comin' up is a mustBut 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 usYou got rich when you started slangin' dopeBut you ain't built us a supermarketSo when can spend our money with the blacksToo busy buyin' gold an' CaddilacsThat's what ya doin' with the money that ya raisin'Exploitin' us like the Caucasians didFor 400 years - I got 400 tears- for 400 peersDied last year from gang-related crimesThat's why I got gang-related rhymesBut when I do a show ta kick some factsUs Blacks don't know how ta actSometimes I believe the hype, manWe're messin' up ourselves and blame the white manBut don't point the finger you jiggabooTake a look at yourself ya dumb nigga youPretty soon hip-hop won't be so niceNo Ice Cube, just Vannilla IceAnd yall sit and scream and cusBut 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 shoesBut if ya step on mine ya pushed a button"Cause I'
