Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wussup Wit the Luv, artist - Digital Underground. Album song The Body-Hat Syndrome, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.09.1993
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Wussup Wit the Luv |
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love? |
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love? |
Now, men want racism, black folks in prison, me bar |
What’s goin' on with the luh-uh-ove? |
Boo-ya-kaw is the sound, brothers goin' down in the worst way |
I got my son a gun for his birthday |
Now we’ve had enough, everybody wants to be tough |
But I give the props to brothers on my level instead of tryin' to be above |
Cause I see nothin' feminine about givin' your brother some love |
Look deeply in each other’s eyes (look in each other eyes): you know we are the |
ones (know we are the ones) |
Racism is a cloud (racism is a cloud) that blocks us from the sun (that blocks |
us from the sun) |
One brother speaks in African (one brother speaks in African), one sings |
Jamaican songs (one sing Jamaican song) |
Both of them are black men (both of em are black men), but they still can’t get |
along (they still can’t get along) |
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love? |
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love? |
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love? |
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love? |
Yo, I know this brother named Tony, he beat up his own mom, man (Nah, man). |
Straight up. |
Him and his two brothers, they all live in the same house with |
his mom, right. |
(Right). |
They all in their twenties |
She the only one working. |
Anyway, one night she needed to get some sleep, |
she told him to turn his music down, and he just straight flipped l on her, |
slapped her all up against the wall, cursed her out |
Mommy and Daddy they got married, they make love every night |
But Momma’s gettin' tired, and Poppa is the pipe |
At night I see 'em kissin' wishin' I got the props that Pops, I mean the rocks, |
got |
I hope she hugs me, guess she never dug me |
I figure still I hustle, tussled with the fool at school |
The one that Momma sold my sneakers, thought he says he’s freakin' her |
Had to doubt until I caught 'em, then I fought him, then she slapped me |
Hollered at me talkin' 'bout I messed up her ten dollars |
God damn! |
Drug dealers dealin' to the kiddies |
Livin' in the city ain’t no pity on the itty-bitty |
We try to cry, but still they all die |
I try to speak to the youth, and the truth is they all high |
What can I say but watch your back, youngster |
As I sit and wonder, my other brother’s steadily goin' under |
It’s like a curse, and it hurts cause it’s worse |
Momma’s crazy cause her baby’s in a hearse |
Wussup wit' the love? |
Yo, my homey was joggin in this upper-class white neighborhood, he had his |
headphones on, right, you know, just joggin' |
This old lady called the police. |
Just cause he was black, they stomped my homey |
He couldn’t hear 'em though cause he had his headphones on. |
They ain’t chase |
him, they didn’t shine their lights on him. |
They just shot him |
(dead!) |
This land once owned by Indians, who then would learn to burn |
A tragedy, because from them there was so much to learn |
You will find the key to life is checkin' for you friends |
Everything’s gonna be alright |
I got to let you know that I’m in love with you |
(Dope fiends sellin' their babies) |
I’m so in love with you |
(I know man, you can’t even say 'what's up' to a brother no more) |
People, I’m in love with you |
(Fool talkin' about 'what's up', fool don’t know me man) |
Yes I’m in love with you |
(I put one in him! Hey, yo, you got your thang?) |
(Yeah, man, I’m strapped) |
It blows my mind to see (it blows my mind) so many people sufferin' (so many |
people) |
It blows my mind to see so many people down (Everybody's down) |
And I just can’t understand, why there must be such fightin' |
(Everybody's actin' crazy) |
It blows my mind to see the pain that’s all around |
(the pain that’s all around) |
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love? |
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love? |
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love? |
Wake up! |
Wake up! |
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love? |
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love? |
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love? |
Wussup wit' the love, wussup wit' the love? |
Wake up! |
Please, wake up |