| Could you tell me who unleashed our animal instinct?
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| And the white man sittin' there tickled pink
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| Laughin' at us on the avenue
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| Bustin' caps at each other after havin' brew
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| We can’t enjoy ourselves
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| Too busy jealous… at each other’s wealth
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| Comin' up is just in me
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| But the Black community is full of envy
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| Too much back-stabbin'
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| While I look out the window I see all the Japs grabbin'
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| Every vacant lot in my neighborhood
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| Build a store, and sell their goods
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| To the county recips
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| You know, us po niggas; |
| nappy hair and big lips?
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| Four or five babies on your crotch
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| And you expect Uncle Sam to help us out?
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| We ain’t nothin' but porchmonkeys
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| To the average bigot, redneck honky
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| You say comin' up is a must
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| But before we can come up, take a look at us
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| And all y’all dope-dealers…
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| You’re as bad as the po-lice- cause ya kill us
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| You got rich when you started slangin' dope
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| But you ain’t built us a supermarket
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| So when can spend our money with the blacks
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| Too busy buyin' gold an' Cadillacs
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| That’s what ya doin' with the money that ya raisin'
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| Exploitin' us like the Caucasians did
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| For 400 years — I got 400 tears- for 400 peers
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| Died last year from gang-related crimes
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| That’s why I got gang-related rhymes
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| But when I do a show ta kick some facts
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| Us Blacks don’t know how ta act
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| Sometimes I believe the hype, man
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| We mess it up ourselves and blame the white man
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| But don’t point the finger you jiggaboo
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| Take a look at yourself ya dumb nigga you
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| Pretty soon hip-hop won’t be so nice
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| No Ice Cube, just Vanilla Ice
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| And yall sit and scream and cuss
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| But there’s no one ta blame but us
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| Us… will always sing the blues
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| Cause all we care about is hairstyles and tennis shoes
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| And if ya step on mine ya pushed a button
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| «Cause I’ll beat you down like it ain’t nothin'»
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| Just like a beast
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| But I’m the first nigga ta holler out
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| I beat my wife and children to a pulp
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| When I get drunk and smoke dope
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| Got a bad heart condition
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| Still eat hog-mogs an' chitlin’s
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| Bet my money on the dice and the horses
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| Jobless, so I’m a hope for the armed forces
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| Go to church but they tease us
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| Wit' a picture of a blue-eyed Jesus
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| They used to call me Negro
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| After all this time I’m still bustin' up the chiffarobe
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| No respect and ignored
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| And I’m havin' more babies than I really can afford
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| In jail cause I can’t pay the mother
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| Held back in life because of my color
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| Now this is just a little summary
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| Of US, but yall think it’s dumb of me
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| To hold a mirror to ya face, but trust
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| Nobody gives a fuck about… |