Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Us, artist - Ice Cube.
Date of issue: 28.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Us |
Could you tell me who unleashed our animal instinct? |
And 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… at each other’s wealth |
Comin' up is just in me |
But the Black community is full of envy |
Too much back-stabbin' |
While I look out the window I see all the Japs grabbin' |
Every vacant lot in my neighborhood |
Build a store, and sell their goods |
To the county recips |
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 |
And all y’all dope-dealers… |
You’re 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' Cadillacs |
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 mess it 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 Vanilla Ice |
And yall sit and scream and cuss |
But there’s no one ta blame but us |
Us… will always sing the blues |
Cause all we care about is hairstyles and tennis shoes |
And 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 |
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 ignored |
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 hold a mirror to ya face, but trust |
Nobody gives a fuck about… |