Terrace Martin - Blacks & Browns lyrics

[Hook: YG] I'm a n***a and I can't go outside We looking bad on the news black on black homicide I'm a n***a and I can't go outside I need them dollars, got these problems with this llama on my mind I'm a n***a and I can't go outside They make it harder by the day, gotta keep this hope alive I'm a n***a and I can't go outside Cause if my homies say it's on then you know I'm down to ride [Verse 1: YG] We make it hard for us with all this black on black crime In the same state we gotta pay our tax If we get locked up it's double rate We get popped then retaliate, and they sell us these guns In these f**ed up schools where they teach us what they told to Half the sh** I learnt in school I ain't never used These f**ed up rules the government trying to control you That's why we saying f** the law, we act like we the ones with the juice It's f**ed up around here, soon as you locked up around here The rest end up stuck up around here So I'm speaking for my peers cause I still see their tears I ain't sugarcoating nothing n***a, this is what it is They supply us with the county to make us feel comfortable Couple years pa**, we in the same spot we was before We was content on that section 8 sh** At the first of the month we got them groceries for them kids But nah, they're f**ing up our mental Keeping us slaves so we can't be successful black people We need to come together, f** they system Tired of being a victim, tired of racism So I'mma spit this ism 'til this sh** stop Cause this that "n***a, we all we got!" We need to stop hating on what the next black got Give him his props to figure out how he ran shop So our kid's kid's can be good On a house in the hills, and with a house out in the hood (Sound good) Cause them folks that be wealthy They never thinking of tomorrow, they so unhealthy We k**ing ourselves, they k**ing us too They distract us with entertainment while they get they loot They never gave us what they owed us, put liquor stores on every corner Welcome to Lost Skanless, California [Interlude: Sadboy Loko] Haha, buenos dias motherf**ers I'm Sadboy Loko, and I'm here to speak for my people [Verse 2: Sadboy Loko] We need to come together, look around They made the border for the browns cause we're not allowed Gotta get the green card for me and my child Those a**holes payment under the table that don't last a while Those jobs getting pa**ed around, they dog our people Why we gotta look for work at Home Depot? It was us before the natives, why we ain't equal? But why you give us no perks, fool we need those "And we're trying to make America Great" f** you esé, somebody bring him to the Treces And (*static*) just for disrespecting Black, brown or pale, it don't matter to me The only color that call shots in this world is green And at eighteen they want you to sign up for war That's why most rather bang and hang around at the store So to you, it's just another selling corn To me, we out here hustling for the mortgage f** you think we crossing the border for? Why you think in a bedroom there's more than four? You explored my country but can't accept my people But who you want to run your business? My people My flag is green, white, red, in the center's an eagle Brown Pride, fist high, this is for my illegals [Hook: Sadboy Loko] I'm a Chicano and I can't go outside A brown cop hara**ing me, I guess we all look alike I'm a Chicano and I can't go outside This happens daily, all the time, I can never ask why I'm a Chicano and I can't go outside They make it harder by the day, tryna keep this hope alive I'm a Chicano and I can't go outside Cause if my homies say it's on, then you know I'm down to ride [Outro] Don't shoot...don't shoot officer, don't shoot, my hands up...my hands up... Multiple shot are heard