Low Profile - That’s Y They Do It lyrics

I'ma take this opportunity to explain
Why would a kid in '89 wanna sling cocaine
Kilos of cracks in stacks
And spend 20s and 10s
And at the age of 11 own a brand-new Benz
But I don't blame it on the kids, man
The system is wack
There's more money on the streets, gee
Than flippin over Big Macs
But if you're still confused
Just groove to the music
Cause I'ma show you why they do it

Call up the press, the newscast
Cause I'm about to serve
A dope message segment, yeah
The need to be heard
Why would a young'un comin up
Wanna sling in the streets
Instead of plannin for an
Educated college degree?
Here's an answer: who's a role
Model in the ghetto
While these young'uns live in
The slums like bums?
They ain't got a role model
So they look up to the brothers on Daytons
While daddy drive a station wagon
Slackin, lackin, held in the back, and
Mama's broke as hell, so
They start sellin crack
And
Clockin more g's than the Jackson 5
See, to them
Slingin drugs is a way to survive
Go get a job, minimum wage, no
Don't even bother
Slavin like a sucker for 385 an hour?
Nope, I ain't with it, y'all
Can take that back
Jack
And stuff it down your mouth
Like a garbage can compact
'Just say no' - man
These children are laughin slingin dope
Yo, the slogan's a joke
People keep speakin 'pon drugs
But they never coincide
When they never slung dope in their life
How can they speak upon a subject
At which they lack knowledge?
You say you're tryin to stop drugs?
It's all a bunch of garbage
But if you're still confused, yo
Just groove to the music
Cause I'ma show you why they do it
(That's why, they, do it)

Now if you're still havin trouble tryin to
Find a reason kids sling dope
And sport a fat gold rope
Let's take a look at
This materialistic system
Bro
Specifically designed to keep minorites broke
You know the news got me laughin
Every day they comin up with somethin new
Curfews and task force crews
But who's to blame
Because they never ever seem to work
It just seem that more people
Get jerked and hurt
How can they account for the
Problem which they started?
Hey yo, you must be retarded
But if you're still confused
Just groove to the music
And Doub'll show you why they do it


No more lollygaggin wastin time
Let's get to the facts
You ask what could spark a
Kid into slingin that crack?
Then think about it
To a kid comin up in this surrounding
The cash and caine
He's more than forced to sling
His homies used to do it
And his brothers do it too
So he gotta do it, or else he ain't cool
Suckers try to knock him
But they never suceed
So much money his pockets
Pants down to his knees
Almost blamin on the parents
The first thing we do
In '89, y'all
A kid's gonna do what he wanna do
But what do you expect when
A brother lack role models?
All he know is women, cash and Eight bottles
Most people make it to the top
Man they never come back
Speak to the kids, say, "Yo, this is wack"
Too busy havin fun in the next man's game
They think they made it
But they got a shackle still on they brain
People try to play me
Like a booty-neck sucker
The system sling, but see
They do it undercover
You want the truth well, here
I just threw it
Peace - that's why they do it