Us - Ice Cube (艾斯·库伯)
Could you tell me who released our animal instinct
Got the white man sitting there tickled pink
Laughing at us on the avenue
Busting caps at each other after having brew
We can't enjoy ourselves
Too busy jealous of each others wealth
Comming up is just in me
But the black community is full of envy
Too much back-stabbing
While I look up the street I see all the japs grabbing
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 nothing but porchmonkeys
To the average bigot redneck honky
You say coming up is a must
But before we can come up take a look at us
And all y'all d**e-dealers
Your as bad as the po-lice cause ya kill us
You got rich when you started slanging d**e
But you ain't built us a supermarket
So when can spend our money with the blacks
Too busy buying gold an caddilacs
That's what ya doing with the money that ya raising
Exploiting 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
Were messing up ourselves and blame the white man
But don't point the finger you jiggaboo
Take a look at yourself ya dumb ni**a you
Pretty soon hip-hop won't be so nice
No ice cube just vannilla ice
And y'all sit and scream and cus
But theres no one ta blame but us
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 nothing
Just like a beast
But I'm the first ni**a ta holler out peace black man
I beat my wife and children to a pulp
When I get drunk and smoke d**e
Got a bad heart condition
Still eat hog-mogs an chitlins
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 busting up the chiffarobe
No respect and didn't know it
And I'm having more babies than I really can afford
In jail cause I can't pay the mother
Held back in life because some of color
Now this is just a little summary
Of us but y'all think its dumb of me
To hold a mirror to ya face but trust
Nobody gives a f**k about