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      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 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      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 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 color blind      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      And 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'   So just hand your car keys over to your woman   Because it ain't 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 color blind      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      Stable and able but I'm not ready and willin'   'Cuz I'm only thirteen 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      Yo, spotted the enemies, now I'm on a creep tip   Hit the five dollar stick and I'lI put in my clip   So, I jumped out the car and no matter what the cost   I had my mind set on sendin' niggaz 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 another side   I ain't contributin' to genocide, 'cuz I'm color blind      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 then 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      I understand how all my homeboys feel   'Cuz I've been shot 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   See me and T-bone, we pay it no mind   And for the rest of the mob, we stay color blind