Color Blind

Lyrics

Ice cube:
 Here's another day at the stoplight
 I'm lookin in my mirror so I can see who can see me
 South central is puttin ice cube to the test
 With four brothas in the ss
 Now, I can't go around and can't back up
 So I gotta peep game layin in the cut
 Is this a jack or a kidnap?
 Since I'm never ever slippin I'm fully strapped
 I grab my gat out the glove
 Do these fools got a problem with me, or do they got love?
 And when the light turn green, I don't bone out
 I wanna see, what these black men are all about
 Cuz if it's my time, I'm just short
 If not, I'm pluggin they super sport
 First they get behind my ride
 Then they switch lanes to the left side
 I'm scopin out the one smokin indo'
 Comin up fast, rollin down his window
 He threw up a sign, I put away my nine
 Fool, cuz I'm color blind
 Threat:
 Killa cali, the state where they kill
 Over colors cuz brothas don't know the deal
 And they'll cap you, not if they have to
 But if they want to, first they might confront you
 But every nigga on my block can't stop
 And he won't stop and he don't stop
 Not to the bang bang boogie, but they like to gangbang
 And rookies ain't the only ones that drop
 Some say the little locs are gettin a little too loc'ed
 And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most
 Say the wrong words then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird
 Bust a u-turn, come back and get served, nigga
 For the women, it don't matter how loud they blouse get
 But wearin the wrong color outfit, could get your mouth split
 It's a shame, but it ain't no thang to me
 Cuz I slang these thangs like a g
 It's on, is anybody killin for the summertime
 I gotta get another nine, even though I'm colorblind
 Kam:
 I'm fresh outta county on bail
 And no sooner do I get out, seems like I'm right back in jail
 For some gang related activity
 Cuz everyday, different fools try to get with me
 For no more than a color or territory
 Can't rehabilitate 'em, that's the sheriff's story
 So what's left, the judge goes deaf
 When you try to tell your side and you ain't blue eyed
 Boy you better duck, cuz the book is comin'
 And just hand your car keys over to your woman
 Because it ain't no sunshine where you headed
 And the shit'll drive you crazy if you let it
 But now I got time to think
 Because they hit me with everything but the kitchen sink
 And I ain't even shed a tear
 Cuz believe it or not, they got more love for me here
 Now picture that, but on a black and white photograph
 Cuz brothas, you don't know the half
 On the streets I was damn near outta my mind
 But ever since I've been down, I'm colorblind
 WC:
 Now here's the game plan, yo, at a quarter to nine
 I was told to peel a cap on the other side
 Yo, young and dumb and full of come up, a baby loc
 I gotta put in work for the hood and that ain't no joke
 Coolio:
 Stable and able but I'm not ready and willin'
 Cuz I'm only 13 and I ain't never did a killin'
 Grabbed the a.k. and jumped in the g ride
 Started up the bucket and headed for the other side
 Wc:
 Yo, spotted the enemies, now I'm on a creep tip
 Hit the 5 dollar stick and I put in my clip
 Coolio:
 So, I jumped out the car and no matter what the cost
 I had my mind set on sendin niggaz to harrisons ross
 Wc:
 Caught one from the back and I looked in his eyes
 Thinkin should I peel his cap, or should I let him survive
 Yo, I'm trapped in the plan designed by the other kind
 Coolio:
 I ain't contributin' to genocide (why?) Cuz I was colorblind
 King Tee:
 Niggaz in the hood ain't changed
 And I've finally figure out that we're not in the same gang
 Cuz, I walk the alleys of compton with nowhere to turn
 Every which way I get burned baby
 Lou wears blue, big fred wears red
 Put 'em together and we color 'em dead
 Dead, dyin, gettin smoked like part of the fun
 They get smoked just to show how many come to the funeral
 J-dee(lench mob):
 I understand how all my homeboys feel
 Cuz I've been shot and to this day, I pack my steel
 Cuz I was born in a certain territory
 Where you don't talk only the streets tell stories
 With blue and red bandanas on the street
 And if you're slippin, you'll be six feet deep
 Cuz me and t-bone, we pay it no mind
 And for the rest of the mob, we stay color blind...

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Duration
04:28
Key
10
Tempo
165 BPM

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