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Artiste : Ice Cube
Titre : Color Blind
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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. . .