
时间:1993-10-01
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Wussup Wit the Luv - Digital Underground
Wussup wit' the love
Wussup wit' the love
Wussup wit' the love
Wussup wit' the love
Now men want racism
Black folks in prison me bar
What's goin' on with the luh-uh-ove
Boo-ya-kaw is the sound
Brothers goin' down in the worst way
I got my son a gun for his birthday
Now we've had enough
Everybody wants to be tough
But I give the props to brothers
On my level instead of trying
To be above
'Cause I see nothin' feminine
About givin' your brother some love
Look deeply in each other's eyes:
You know we are the ones
Racism is a cloud
That blocks us from the sun
One brother speaks in African
One sings Jamaican songs
Both of them are black men
But they still can't get along
Wussup wit' the love
Wussup wit' the love
Wussup wit' the love
Wussup wit' the love
Wussup wit' the love
Wussup wit' the love
Wussup wit' the love
Wussup wit' the love
Yo I know this brother named Tony
He beat up his own mom man
Straight up him and his two brothers
They all live in the same house
With his mom
They all in their twenties
She the only one working Anyway
One night she needed to get some
Sleep she told him
To turn his music down
And he just straight flipped
On her: slapped her
All up against the wall
Cursed her out
Mommy and Daddy they got married
They make love every night
But Momma's gettin' tired
And Poppa hits the pipe at night
I see 'em kissin' wishin'
I got the props that Pops
I mean the rocks got
I hope she hugs me
'Cause she never dug me
I figure still I hustle
Tussle with the fool at school
The one that Momma sold my sneakers
Thought she says he's freakin' her
Had the doubt until I caught 'em
Then I fought 'im
Then she slapped me
Hollered at me talkin'
'Bout I messed up her ten dollars
God damn Drug dealers
Dealin' to the kiddies
Livin' in the city ain't no pity
On the itty-bitty
We try to cry but still they all die
I try to speak to the youth
And the truth is they all high
What can I say
But watch your back youngster
As I sit and wonder
My other brother's steadily goin' under
It's like a curse
And it hurts 'cause it's worse
Momma's crazy 'cause her baby's
In a herse
Wussup wit' the love
Yo my homey was joggin
In this upper-class white neighborhood
He had
His headphones on
Right you know
Just joggin' This old lady called
The police Just 'cause he was black
They stomped my homey
He couldn't here 'em though
'Cause he had his headphones on
They ain't
Chase him they didn't
Shine their lights on him
They just shot him
Dead
This land once owned by Indians
Who then would learn to burn
A treagedy because from them
There was so much to learn
You will find the key to life is checking
For you friends
Everything's gonna be alright
I got to let you know
That I'm in love with you
I'm so in love with you
People I'm in love with you
Yes I'm in love with you
Hey yo you got your thang
Yeah man I'm strapped
It blows my mind to see
So many people sufferin'
It blows my mind to see
So many people down
And I just can't understand
Why there must be such fighting
It blows my mind to
See the pain that's all around
Wussup wit' the love
Wussup wit' the love
Wussup wit' the love
Wussup wit' the love
Wussup wit' the love
Wussup wit' the love
Wussup wit' the love
Wussup wit' the love
Wussup wit' the love
Wussup wit' the love
Wussup wit' the love
Wussup wit' the love
Wussup wit' the love
Wussup wit' the love