Part 1 - True Colors
[Intro]
This ain't nothin' n***a. All this gang bangin' sh**? It ain't nothin' homie, it ain't nothin'. I'd give it up, I'm in this sh** for a purpose man. I got a reason dude to get up out of this sh** n***a. All that sh** ain't nothin' homie. Ask yourself what color is the flag? (Red, white, and blue). Yup, red, white, and blue. Now what did we pick? I'm talkin' bout we as black people, what two colors? Think about it, we picked red and blue, what's left? White. Damn right n***a we k**in' each other homie
[Sample: Ice T]
I am a nightmare walking, psychopath talking
King of my jungle just a gangster stalking
Living life like a firecracker quick is my fuse
Then dead as a d**hpack the colors I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just don't matter
[Verse 1]
My daddy is from Nuttyblock
My uncle was from Nuttyblock
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up here cuttin' rock?
Four year old on the lap, that was my older sister
Photos of Tuki and my father, now you get the picture
Cutla** outside on D's, you think it wasn't
15 inches, had computer love, sub it
My parents bout to see Rocky at the Compton drive in
Halfway through the movie her stomach start throbbin'
My pops start panicin', moms in the pa**enger seat
Scared of contractions so she's stiff as a mannequin
Pops put the car in reverse and then skrt'd out
"Drive motherf**er" them the words my mom skrt'd out
80 down Wilmington, pull up at k**er king
Rush my mama to her room and let the doctor do his thing
Was a whole lotta blood, yeah I was born in it
Gang banging my family got torn in it, all over
[Hook]
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
[Verse 2]
Jordan got drafted to the Bulls, '85 here
My Uncle Greg sniffin' c**aine off my high chair
Mama in the kitchen cookin', pops on the couch baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Louie Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon
Fiends walkin' in and out my house in old Nikes
Pops used to tell me "son don't you ever be like me"
The bloods want to k** me, the cops'll never catch me
And when you gang bangin' like (?) and Joe Pesci
Then one night my pops came home off h**n
sh** changed, I'm glad my mama didn't marry him
Molested my sister that night cause she was scared
I was too young to help her and my brothers wasn't there
It was late night, 2AM, my mother at work
My sister came back up the stairs and it was blood on her shirt
Blood on her face, blood on her hands, blood on her legs
Turned on the light and everything was red
I'm surrounded by
[Hook]
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
[Verse 3]
Seven years pa**ed, now a lil n***a seen things
Playin' with the birds like Magic, we was the dream team
Posted up on the block, I had that Hakeem lean
Watchin' '64s hop my n***a, no green screen
Walkin' from the tenets to the Seeders with my eyes closed
Red bandanna in my pocket, how you hide those?
Lil nickels crack spot, my brother got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis Rodman jersey
Then a n***a turned Pippen on these n***as
40 sippin' on these n***as
If you was crippin', we was trippin' on you n***a
But the crips would never lay down
They thought that it was they town
We thought it was ours so we would empty out the trey pounds
(?) especially since it was an all crip school
I'm lucky I'm alive, but would you be if bullets hit you?
26 dead homies and 2 dead brothers
Compton is a cold motherf**er
n***as dyin' over
[Hook]
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Part 2 - It's On
[Hook]
If someone took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
[Verse: Osbe Chill]
These rappers gimmicks, f** an image
Straight out of Baldwin Village
If it's any real activity I'm in it
In the midst of the fiction
Still had a vision
Look I never gave up
Game put me on this song and I f**ed around and came up
I'm jungle, most my n***as gone so I'ma do it for them
Antman, Nightmare, BSIP, Tiny M
It's struggle first, blessin' last
Like I've been hittin' licks all my life and I pa**ed
Kept it active for my son he know his daddy ain't a b**h
Been bangin' all my life now I'm just tryna get rich
This sh** is drastic, my flow bashin'
On rappers I'm flowin' after
The cabbage is all that matters
I'm laughin', these n***as cowards
His eyes be
Gang bangin' is my hobby
Inside my model cars is a f**in' dead body
I'm from the jungle, all the homies call me Barzan
Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out them stolen cars and
[Hook]
If someone took the flag out my pocket