| Song | Color Blind |
| Artist | Ice Cube |
| Album | Death Certificate |
| 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. . . |