Lyrics:

Verse One **lf****lf**could You Tell Me Who Released Our Animal Instinct **lf**got The White Man Sittin'' There Tickled Pink. **lf**laughin'' At Us On The Avenue **lf**bustin'' Caps At Each Other After Havin'' Brew **lf**we Can''t Enjoy Ourselves **lf**too Busy Jealous... Of Each Other''s Wealth **lf**commin'' Up Is Just In Me **lf**but The Black Community Is Full Of Envy **lf**too Much Back Stabbin'' **lf**while I Look Up The Street I See All The Japs Grabbin'' **lf**every Vacant Lot In My Neighborhood **lf**build A Store, And Sell Their Goods **lf**to The County Of Sips () **lf**you Know Us Po Niggas Nappy Hair And Big Lips **lf**four Or Five Babies On Your Crotch **lf**and You Expect Uncle Sam To Help Us Out **lf**we Ain''t Nothin'' But Porchmonkeys **lf**to The Average Bigot, Redneck Honky **lf**you Say Comin'' Up Is A Must **lf**but Before We Can Come Up, Take A Look At Us **lf****lf**verse Two **lf****lf**and All Y''all Dope-Dealers... **lf**your As Bad As The Po-Lice- Cause Ya Kill Us **lf**you Got Rich When You Started Slangin'' Dope **lf**but You Ain''t Built Us A Supermarket **lf**so When Can Spend Our Money With The Blacks **lf**too Busy Buyin'' Gold An'' Caddilacs **lf**that''s What Ya Doin'' With The Money That Ya Raisin'' **lf**exploitin'' Us Like The Caucasians Did **lf**for 400 Years - I Got 400 Tears- For 400 Peers **lf**died Last Year From Gang-Related Crimes **lf**that''s Why I Got Gang-Related Rhymes **lf**but When I Do A Show Ta Kick Some Facts **lf**us Blacks Don''t Know How Ta Act **lf**sometimes I Believe The Hype, Man **lf**we''re Messin'' Up Ourselves And Blame The White Man **lf**but Don''t Point The Finger You Jiggaboo **lf**take A Look At Yourself Ya Dumb Nigga You **lf**pretty Soon Hip-Hop Won''t Be So Nice **lf**no Ice Cube, Just Vannilla Ice **lf**and Yall Sit And Scream And Cus **lf**but There''s No One Ta Blame- But Us **lf****lf****lf**verse Three **lf****lf**us ... Will Always Sing The Blues **lf**''cause All We Care About Is Hairstyles And Tennis Shoes **lf**but If Ya Step On Mine Ya Pushed A Button **lf**''cause I''ll Beat You Down Like It Ain''t Nothin'' **lf**just Like A Beast **lf**but I''m The First Nigga Ta Holler Out {peace, Black Man} **lf**i Beat My Wife And Children To A Pulp **lf**when I Get Drunk And Smoke Dope **lf**got A Bad Heart Condition **lf**still Eat Hog-Mogs An'' Chitlin''s **lf**bet My Money On The Dice And The Horses **lf**jobless, So I''m A Hope For The Armed Forces **lf**go To Church But They Tease Us **lf**wit'' A Picture Of A Blue-Eyed Jesus **lf**they Used To Call Me Negro **lf**after All This Time I''m Still Bustin Up The Chiffarobe **lf**no Respect And Didn''t Know It **lf**and I''m Havin'' More Babies Than I Really Can Afford **lf**in Jail ''cause I Can''t Pay The Mother **lf**held Back In Life Because Of My Color **lf**now This Is Just A Little Summary **lf**of Us, But Yall Think It''s Dumb Of Me **lf**to Put A Mirror To Ya Face, But Trust **lf**nobody Gives A Fuck About