Color Blind Lyrics by Ice Cube

Color Blind Lyrics

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    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 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. . .

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