[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 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 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 men, 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 then 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. . .