[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] k**a Cali, the state where they k** 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 n***a 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 g**n 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 n***a 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 k**in 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 sh**'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 k**in 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 n***az 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] n***az 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. . .