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Текст (слова) песни: Ice Cube - Us

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...

 

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