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This ain't nothin' nigga. All this gang bangin' shit? It ain't nothin' homie, it ain't nothin'. 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 nothin' 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 talkin' bout we as black people, what two colors? Think about it, we picked red and blue, what's left? White. Damn right nigga we killin' each other homie 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 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 panicin', 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 SongtexteColors, 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 sniffin' cocaine off my high chair Mama in the kitchen cookin', pops on the couch baggin' Cousin's loadin' Louie Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon Fiends walkin' 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 bangin' 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 Playin' with the birds like Magic, we was the dream team Posted up on the block, I had that Hakeem lean Watchin' '64s hop my nigga, no green screen Walkin' 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 servin' Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis Rodman jersey Then a nigga turned Pippen on these niggas 40 sippin' on these niggas If you Crippin', we was trippin' 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 dyin' over Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors 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 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, blessin' last Like I've been hittin' licks all my life and I passed Kept it active for my son he know his daddy ain't a bitch Been bangin' all my life now I'm just tryna get rich This shit is drastic, my flow bashin' On rappers I'm flowin' after The cabbage is all that matters I'm laughin', these niggas cowards It's Osbe, gang bangin' is my hobby Except my model cars it's a fuckin' dead body I'm from The Jungles, all the homies call me Barzan Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out them stolen cars and If someone took the flag out my pocket Aus Songtexte Mania