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Ice Cube

Genres: Hip-Hop

Color Blind Lyrics - Ice Cube

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 

Now, 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'm fully strapped 

I grab my gat out the glove 

Do these fools got a problem with me, or do they got love? 

And when the light turn 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 

 

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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 words 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 

 

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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 ain't 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 and 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 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 harrisons ross 

 

Wc: 

Caught one from the back and I looked in his eyes 

Thinkin should I peel his cap, or should I let him survive 

Yo, I'm trapped in the plan designed by the other kind 

 

Coolio: 

I ain't contributin' to genocide (why? ) Cuz I was 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've been 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're 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... 

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