[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 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 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 men, 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 then 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. . .