Us lyrics

Could you tell me who released our animal instinct?
Got the white man sittin there tickled pink.
Laughin at us on the avenue
Bustin caps at each other after havin brew
We cant enjoy ourselves
Too busy jealous... of each others wealth
Commin up is just in me
But the black community is full of envy
Too much back-stabbin
While I look up the street I see all the japs grabbin
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 aint 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

Verse two:

And all yall dope-dealers...
Your as bad as the po-lice- cause ya kill us
You got rich when you started slangin dope
But you aint built us a supermarket
So when can spend our money with the blacks
Too busy buyin gold an caddilacs
Thats what ya doin with the money that ya raisin
Exploitin us like the caucasians did
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