Part 1 - True Colors
[Intro]
This ain't nothing, nigga. All this gang banging shit - It ain't nothing, homie. It ain't nothing. I'd give it up homie. I'm in this shit for a purpose, man. I got a reason, dude, to get up out of this shit, nigga. All that shit ain't nothing, homie. Ask yourself; what color is the flag? (Red, white, and blue). Yup, red, white, and blue. Now, what two colors are, did we pick? I'm talking about we as black people. What two colors? Think about it. We picked red and blue. What's left? White. (Damn right, nigga. We killing each other, homie.)
[Sample: Ice T]
I am a nightmare walkin', psychopath talkin'
King of my jungle, just a gangster stalkin'
Livin' life like a firecracker, quick is my fuse
Then dead as a deathpack the colors I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just don't matter
[Verse 1]
My daddy was from Nutty Blocc, my uncle was from Nutty Blocc
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up here cuttin' rock?
Four year old on her lap, that was my older sister
Photos of Tookie and my father, now you get the picture
Cutlass outside on D's, you think it wasn't
15 inches, had Computer Love, subbin'
My parents 'bout to see Rocky at the Compton Drive-In
Halfway through the movie, her stomach start throbbin'
My pops start panickin', moms in the passenger seat
Scared of contractions so she's stiff as a mannequin
Pops put the car in reverse and then skrt'd out
"Drive motherfucker" them the words my mom splurted out
80 down Wilmington, pull up at Killer King
Rush my mama to her room and let the doctor do his thing
Was a whole lotta blood, yeah I was born in it
Gang bangin' my family got torn in it, all over
[Intro]
This ain't nothing, nigga. All this gang banging shit - It ain't nothing, homie. It ain't nothing. I'd give it up homie. I'm in this shit for a purpose, man. I got a reason, dude, to get up out of this shit, nigga. All that shit ain't nothing, homie. Ask yourself; what color is the flag? (Red, white, and blue). Yup, red, white, and blue. Now, what two colors are, did we pick? I'm talking about we as black people. What two colors? Think about it. We picked red and blue. What's left? White. (Damn right, nigga. We killing each other, homie.)
[Sample: Ice T]
I am a nightmare walkin', psychopath talkin'
King of my jungle, just a gangster stalkin'
Livin' life like a firecracker, quick is my fuse
Then dead as a deathpack the colors I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just don't matter
[Verse 1]
My daddy was from Nutty Blocc, my uncle was from Nutty Blocc
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up here cuttin' rock?
Four year old on her lap, that was my older sister
Photos of Tookie and my father, now you get the picture
Cutlass outside on D's, you think it wasn't
15 inches, had Computer Love, subbin'
My parents 'bout to see Rocky at the Compton Drive-In
Halfway through the movie, her stomach start throbbin'
My pops start panickin', moms in the passenger seat
Scared of contractions so she's stiff as a mannequin
Pops put the car in reverse and then skrt'd out
"Drive motherfucker" them the words my mom splurted out
80 down Wilmington, pull up at Killer King
Rush my mama to her room and let the doctor do his thing
Was a whole lotta blood, yeah I was born in it
Gang bangin' my family got torn in it, all over
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