[Intro]

Yo, where the fuck is that little boy at?

Stanley, bring your ass here, god damnit (Man, fuck you, punk ass nigga)

But anyway man, yo, Bone man

When I get fourteen, man, I wanna buy me a rag top tray on some gold things (Stanley)

Man, fuck that shit, man

You need to take your ass to school, get you a motherfuckin' job and shit

Man, fuck that, man, fuck you, man, look here

When I get fourteen, man, I wanna buy me a rag top tray on some gold with a three-wheel motion

Chin wheel pull out (Ah shit), three finger ring, fat ass link (Stanley) and a big booty go bitch to with it

Man, fuck all that

Break 'em off something

Aha, it's really sad

Young brothers and sisters today have a lack of understanding on

What it really means to be Black

[Verse 1]

Could you tell me who unleashed our animal instinct? (Uh)

And the white man sittin' there tickled pink (No shit)

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 (Right, right)

But comin' up's just in me

But the Black community is full of envy (Oh shit)

Too much back-stabbin'

While I look out the window I see all the Japs grabbin'

Every vacant lot in my neighborhood (Yup)

Build a store, and sell their goods

To the county recips

You know, us po' niggas, nappy hair and big lips? (That's right)

Four or five babies on your crotch

And you expect Uncle Sam to help us out? (Shit)

We ain't nothin' but porch monkeys to the average bigot, redneck honky

You say comin' up is a must

But before we can come up, take a look at us

[Interlude]

You dumb ass nigga

Break 'em off something

[Verse 2]

And all y'all dope-dealers

You're as bad as the police 'cause ya kill us

You got rich when you started slangin' dope

But you ain't built us a supermarket (So shit)

So when can spend our money with the Blacks

Too busy buyin' gold and Cadillacs (Huh)

That's what ya doin' with the money that ya raisin'

Exploitin' us like the Caucasians did (Yup)

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 (Right)

But when I do a show to kick some facts

Us Blacks don't know how to 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 (Man, fuck that)

And you'll sit and scream and cuss

But there's no one to blame but us

[Interlude]

Yeah, but why is it that one motherfucker can ruin it for twenty-two thousand motherfuckers

When they wanna come see a good jam, you know what I'm sayin?

Ayy, Cube, tell 'em something, shit, you know how I feel?

Break 'em off something

[Verse 3]

Us, we'll 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 to holler out peace, black man

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 and chitlin's

Bet my money on the dice or the horses

Jobless, so I'm a ho for the armed forces

Go to church but they tease us

With 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 y'all think it's dumb of me

To hold a mirror to ya face, but trust

Nobody gives a fuck about