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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

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