Color Blind

[Verse 1: 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 brothers 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 'Cause 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, 'cause I'm colorblind [Verse 2: Threat] Killer Cali', the state where they kill Over colors 'cause brothers 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 is gettin' a little too Loc And when it come 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 For men, the wrong color outfit can get your mouth split It's a shame, but it ain't no thing to me 'Cause I sling these things like a G It's on, it's anybody killer for the summertime I gotta get another nine even though I'm colorblind [Verse 3: Kam] I'm fresh out the county on bail And no sooner do I get out, seems like I'm right back in jail For some gang related activity 'Cause every day, 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 'cause the book is comin' So just hand your car keys over to your woman Because it ain't no sunshine where you headed And this 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 'Cause believe it or not, they got more love for me here Now picture that But on a black and white photograph 'Cause brothers, you don't know the half On the streets, I was damn near out of my mind But ever since I've been down, I'm colorblind [Verse 4: WC, Coolio, & Both] 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 cum, I’m a baby Loc I gotta put in work for the hood and that ain't no joke Stable and able, but I'm not ready and willin' 'Cause I'm only thirteen and I ain't never did a killin' Grabbed the AK and jumped in the G ride Started up the bucket and headed for the other side Yo, spotted the enemies, now I'm on a creep tip Hit the five dollar stick and I put in my clip So I jumped out the car and no matter what the cost I had my mind set on sendin' niggas to Harrison Ross 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 I ain't contributin' to genocide Why? This sucker's colorblind [Verse 5: King Tee] Niggas in the hood ain't changed And I've finally figure out that we're not in the same gang 'Cause I walk the alleys of Compton with nowhere to turn Every which way, I get burned Baby Boo wears blue, Big Fred wears red Put 'em together, then we color 'em dead Dead, dying, gettin' smoked's like part of the fun They get smoked just to show how many come to the funeral [Verse 6: J-Dee] I understand how all my homeboys feel 'Cause I've been shot and to this day I pack my steel 'Cause I was born in a certain territory Where you don't talk, only the streets tell stories Where blue and red bandanas on the street And if you're slippin', you'll be six feet deep See, me and T-Bone, we pay it no mind And for the rest of the Mob, we stay colorblind [Outro] I thought I could get into caring, but if I started caring, then I would get sloppy