Song | Color Blind |
Artist | Ice Cube |
Album | Death Certificate |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 | |
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 fully strapped | |
I grab my gat out the glove | |
Now, do these fools got a problem with me? | |
Or do they got love? | |
So when the light turns 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 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 word | |
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 aint 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, 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 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 harrison ross | |
Wc: | |
Caught one from the back and i looked in eyes | |
Thinkin should i peel his cap, or should i let him survive | |
Yo, i'm trapped in the plan designed by another side | |
Coolio: | |
I ain't contributin to genocide (why?) | |
Cuz i'm 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 was 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 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. . . |
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 | |
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 fully strapped | |
I grab my gat out the glove | |
Now, do these fools got a problem with me? | |
Or do they got love? | |
So when the light turns 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 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 word | |
Then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird | |
Bust a uturn, 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 aint 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, 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 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 harrison ross | |
Wc: | |
Caught one from the back and i looked in eyes | |
Thinkin should i peel his cap, or should i let him survive | |
Yo, i' m trapped in the plan designed by another side | |
Coolio: | |
I ain' t contributin to genocide why? | |
Cuz i' m 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 | |
Jdee lench mob: | |
I understand how all my homeboys feel | |
Cuz i was 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 slippin, you' ll be six feet deep | |
Cuz me and tbone, we pay it no mind | |
And for the rest of the mob, we stay color blind. . . |
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 | |
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 fully strapped | |
I grab my gat out the glove | |
Now, do these fools got a problem with me? | |
Or do they got love? | |
So when the light turns 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 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 word | |
Then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird | |
Bust a uturn, 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 aint 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, 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 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 harrison ross | |
Wc: | |
Caught one from the back and i looked in eyes | |
Thinkin should i peel his cap, or should i let him survive | |
Yo, i' m trapped in the plan designed by another side | |
Coolio: | |
I ain' t contributin to genocide why? | |
Cuz i' m 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 | |
Jdee lench mob: | |
I understand how all my homeboys feel | |
Cuz i was 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 slippin, you' ll be six feet deep | |
Cuz me and tbone, we pay it no mind | |
And for the rest of the mob, we stay color blind. . . |