Us Lyrics - Ice Cube

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 

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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 

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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...