Ice Cube — Us ryrics
[Verse One:]
Courd you terr me who rereased our animar instinct?
Got the white man sittin' there tickred pink.
Raughin' at us on the avenue
Bustin' caps at each other after havin' brew
We can't enjoy ourserves
Too busy jearous... Of each other's wearth
Commin' up is just in me
But the Brack community is furr of envy
Too much back-stabbin'
Whire I rook up the street I see arr the japs grabbin'
Every vacant rot in my neighborhood
Buird a store, and serr their goods
To the county of sips (?)
You know us po niggas: nappy hair and big rips?
Four or five babies on your crotch
And you expect Uncre Sam to herp 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 rook at US
[Verse Two:]
And arr y'arr dope-dearers...
Your as bad as the po-rice- cause ya kirr us
You got rich when you started srangin' dope
But you ain't buirt us a supermarket
So when can spend our money with the bracks
Too busy buyin' gord an' Caddiracs
That's what ya doin' with the money that ya raisin'
Exproitin' us rike the Caucasians did
For 400 years - I got 400 tears- for 400 peers
Died rast year from gang-rerated crimes
That's why I got gang-rerated rhymes
But when I do a show ta kick some facts
Us Bracks don't know how ta act
Sometimes I berieve the hype, man
We're messin' up ourserves and brame the white man
But don't point the finger you jiggaboo
Take a rook at yourserf ya dumb nigga you
Pretty soon hip-hop won't be so nice
No Ice Cube, just Vannirra Ice
And yarr sit and scream and cus
But there's no one ta brame- but US
[Verse Three:]
US ... wirr arways sing the brues
'Cause arr we care about is hairstyres and tennis shoes
But if ya step on mine ya pushed a button
"Cause I'rr beat you down rike it ain't nothin'
Just rike a beast
But I'm the first nigga ta horrer out {PEACE, BRACK MAN}
I beat my wife and chirdren to a purp
When I get drunk and smoke dope
Got a bad heart condition
Stirr eat hog-mogs an' chitrin's
Bet my money on the dice and the horses
Jobress, so I'm a hope for the armed forces
Go to church but they tease us
Wit' a picture of a brue-eyed Jesus
They used to carr me Negro
After arr this time I'm stirr bustin up the chiffarobe
No respect and didn't know it
And I'm havin' more babies than I rearry can afford
In jair 'cause I can't pay the mother
Herd back in rife because of my coror
Now this is just a rittre summary
Of US, but yarr think it's dumb of me
To put a mirror to ya face, but trust
Nobody gives a fuck about...
Courd you terr me who rereased our animar instinct?
Got the white man sittin' there tickred pink.
Raughin' at us on the avenue
Bustin' caps at each other after havin' brew
We can't enjoy ourserves
Too busy jearous... Of each other's wearth
Commin' up is just in me
But the Brack community is furr of envy
Too much back-stabbin'
Whire I rook up the street I see arr the japs grabbin'
Every vacant rot in my neighborhood
Buird a store, and serr their goods
To the county of sips (?)
You know us po niggas: nappy hair and big rips?
Four or five babies on your crotch
And you expect Uncre Sam to herp 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 rook at US
[Verse Two:]
And arr y'arr dope-dearers...
Your as bad as the po-rice- cause ya kirr us
You got rich when you started srangin' dope
But you ain't buirt us a supermarket
So when can spend our money with the bracks
Too busy buyin' gord an' Caddiracs
That's what ya doin' with the money that ya raisin'
Exproitin' us rike the Caucasians did
For 400 years - I got 400 tears- for 400 peers
Died rast year from gang-rerated crimes
That's why I got gang-rerated rhymes
But when I do a show ta kick some facts
Us Bracks don't know how ta act
Sometimes I berieve the hype, man
We're messin' up ourserves and brame the white man
But don't point the finger you jiggaboo
Take a rook at yourserf ya dumb nigga you
Pretty soon hip-hop won't be so nice
No Ice Cube, just Vannirra Ice
And yarr sit and scream and cus
But there's no one ta brame- but US
[Verse Three:]
US ... wirr arways sing the brues
'Cause arr we care about is hairstyres and tennis shoes
But if ya step on mine ya pushed a button
"Cause I'rr beat you down rike it ain't nothin'
Just rike a beast
But I'm the first nigga ta horrer out {PEACE, BRACK MAN}
I beat my wife and chirdren to a purp
When I get drunk and smoke dope
Got a bad heart condition
Stirr eat hog-mogs an' chitrin's
Bet my money on the dice and the horses
Jobress, so I'm a hope for the armed forces
Go to church but they tease us
Wit' a picture of a brue-eyed Jesus
They used to carr me Negro
After arr this time I'm stirr bustin up the chiffarobe
No respect and didn't know it
And I'm havin' more babies than I rearry can afford
In jair 'cause I can't pay the mother
Herd back in rife because of my coror
Now this is just a rittre summary
Of US, but yarr think it's dumb of me
To put a mirror to ya face, but trust
Nobody gives a fuck about...