Color Blind
    (专辑: Death Certificate - 1991)
    
    [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 coming  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. . .