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. . .
