[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
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
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