True Colors / It's On

(专辑： 1992 - 2016)

[Part 1 True Colors]

This ain't nothing nigga. All this gang banging shit? It ain't nothing homie, it ain't nothing. I'd give it up, 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 did we pick? I'm talking bout 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 walking, psychopath talking
King of my jungle just a gangster stalking
Living 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

My daddy was from Nutty Blocc
My uncle was from Nutty Blocc
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up here cutting 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, subbing
My parents bout to see Rocky at the Compton Drive In
Halfway through the movie her stomach start throbbing
My pops start panicing, 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 skrt'd 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 banging my family got torn in it, all over

Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

Jordan got drafted to the Bulls, '85 here
My Uncle Greg sniffing cocaine off my high chair
Mama in the kitchen cooking, pops on the couch bagging
Cousin's loading Louie Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon
Fiends walking in and out my house in old Nikes
Pops used to tell me "son don't you ever be like me"
The bloods want to kill me, the cops'll never catch me
And when you gang banging life's shorter than Joe Pesci
Then one night my pops came home off heroin
Shit changed, I'm glad my mama didn't marry him
Molested my sister that night cause she was scared
I was too young to help her and my brothers wasn't there
It was late night, 2AM, my mother at work
My sister came back up the stairs and it was blood on her shirt
Blood on her face, blood on her hands, blood on her legs
Turned on the light and everything was red
I'm surrounded by

Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

Seven years passed, now a lil nigga seeing things
Playing with the birds like Magic, we was the dream team
Posted up on the block, I had that Hakeem lean
Watching '64s hop my nigga, no green screen
Walking from the Tanas to the Cedars with my eyes closed
Red bandanna in my pocket, how you hide those?
Larry Nickles crack spot, my brother got me serving
Couldn't cook, burning holes in my Dennis Rodman jersey
Then a nigga turned Pippen on these niggas
40 sipping on these niggas
If you Cripping, we was tripping on you nigga
But the Crips would never lay down
They thought that it was they town
We thought it was ours so we would empty out the trey pounds
Ditched school especially since it was an all Crip school
I'm lucky I'm alive, but would you be if bullets hit you?
26 dead homies and 2 dead brothers
Compton is a cold motherfucker
Niggas dying over

Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

[Part 2 It's On]

If someone took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it

[Osbe Chill:]
These rappers gimmicks, fuck an image
Straight out of Baldwin Village
If it's any real activity I'm in it in the midst of the fiction
Still had a vision, look I never gave up
Game put me on this song and I fucked around and came up
I'm Jungles, most my niggas gone so I'ma do it for them
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., Tiny M
It's struggle first, blessing last
Like I've been hitting licks all my life and I passed
Kept it active for my son he know his daddy ain't a bitch
Been banging all my life now I'm just tryna get rich
This shit is drastic, my flow bashing
On rappers I'm flowing after
The cabbage is all that matters
I'm laughing, these niggas cowards
It's Osbe, gang banging is my hobby
Except my model cars it's a fucking dead body
I'm from the jungle, all the homies call me Barzan
Loading up the clips and hopping out them stolen cars and

If someone took the flag out my pocket