Colors

Some of the Crips and the Bloods

Two of L.A. County's most vicious gangs

L.A. police are getting their orders

As they prepare for another assault on street gangs

That was before the Los Angeles Police Department

Declared war on street gangs in the city

And before a shooting wrongly

(Just go slow)

(We'll do this)

Where's the suspect?

(The suspect, the suspect, the suspect, the suspect)

(Right here, right here)

Yeah

What is that?

OG On The Blade

You know what I mean, yeah

Often times a **** had to trip

On Bloods and Crips

Yeah

League of Starz

Yeah

Yeah (Ah-ah)

Yeah, yeah

Gary ****

Blowin' doja

Switched it over

West coast

Used to meet my dope plug on 65th, Figueroa (Yeah)

**** was an old school IVC (Yeah)

Fred, come flip these piles with me (Yeah)

Livin' that California dream (Yeah)

Deliverin' dope in that limousine (Yeah)

And a **** was like my pops out here

Put me on when I dropped out here

Back home I know you Vice Lord

But them red cars'll get you popped out here

I had an all burgundy Monte Carlo

SS with the T tops out here

All the fuck boys stay hatin' that

But these L.A. hoes on my jock out here (Yeah)

Got a plug bitch fresh out of Inglewood

Smoke real good (Yeah)

Lit my doobie, gettin' Jamaican food

I'm off Crenshaw but don't trip though 'cause he a 6-0

And I can still move through Saint Andrews

With Eight Tray's like it ain't shit though

I know Hoover ****, I mean Groover ****

That have been down for that kick door

I ain't fuck 'round since I touched down

On that west coast with this shit

Knowin' a lot out of towners claim sets

I'd had seen death over for this shit

You might live today and get ate tomorrow

Like leftovers and shit

Bitch, often times a **** had to trip

On Bloods and Crips

Color of my dollars stay proper

That's what I claim, bitch

Mobbin' in my old school Impala

Candy, the frame shit

**** on that, "Yo, where you from?"

And, "Yo, what you bang?" shit

Often times a **** had to trip

On Bloods and Crips

Color of my dollars stay proper

That's what I claim, bitch (Yeah)

Mobbin' in my old school Impala

Candy, the frame shit (Yeah)

Thugs, gang bangers (Yeah)

And drug slangers I hang with (Yeah)

Often times a **** took a trip

With Bloods and Crips

You must don't know no better

Boy, this shit is so aggressive

Gang bangers pop out

That's how we send a message

Get up close and then you stretch

From doin' all that flexin'

One down, now we lookin' for the next one

Boy, I'm ballin' and bangin'

From Monte Carlos to Rangers

In yo' set

Bang a bitch with a car full of gangsters

It's active out here

It ain't just the summer

This shit be crackin' all year, boy

And it be Blood on Blood

Crip on Crip

Fuckin' with a **** that's cut'll get you chipped

Them politics real from the streets to the pen

Sex, money, violence

That's what make my world spin

If I gotta trip on anybody

For any problems

We gon' get anybody

And keep gettin' dollars

So, tell me, do you bang ****?

What set you claim ****?

It's all the same once that .9 go bang

Color of my dollars stay proper

That's what I claim, bitch

Mobbin' in my old school Impala

Candy, the frame shit

**** on that, "Yo, where you from?"

And, "Yo, what you bang?" shit

Often times a **** had to trip

On Bloods and Crips

Color of my dollars stay proper

That's what I claim, bitch (Yeah)

Mobbin' in my old school Impala

Candy, the frame shit (Yeah)

Thugs, gang bangers

And drug slangers I hang with (Yeah)

Often times a **** took a trip

With Bloods and Crips

Four Finger bangin'

These **** know I'm a gangster, ma

Them cap guns prepare me for phonkin'

I like to thank you, ma

Your baby boy a felon

These **** been tryna spank me, ma

Gotta catch a body

That's how you climb up the rankin's, ma

Red rag, flame game

Headshot'll paint the pavement

Gang related state of mind

I refuse to make a statement

You ain't hangin', you ain't bangin'

Killers in my affidavit

Tattoos on all they faces

Résumé consist of yankin'

They cuttin' from a different blanket

Different quilt, different cloth

On the B, I got some kiways I could call to pick you off

Free my brother from the clanker

Keep yo' **** lit, it's law

We got different point of views

'Cause of all the gangster shit I saw (Uh)

Color of my dollars stay proper

That's what I claim, bitch

Mobbin' in my old school Impala

Candy, the frame shit

**** on that, "Yo, where you from?"

And, "Yo, what you bang?" shit

Often times a **** had to trip

On Bloods and Crips

Color of my dollars stay proper

That's what I claim, bitch (Yeah)

Mobbin' in my old school Impala

Candy, the frame shit (Yeah)

Thugs, gang bangers

And drug slangers I hang with (Yeah)

Often times a **** took a trip

With Bloods and Crips

I'm down for it

'Cause I'm a true ****

I'm a true ****

I come from the heart

But why?

W-w-why, why be in a gang?

What's in it for you?

What's in it?

I mean you get killed right?

Yeah

You mean some of your friends been killed?

Yeah

(So)

A simple cause

What's this simple cause?

Of bein' a ****

Goin' down with the ****

That's how we feel

We die

It's like we gon' kill one of them

**** One of them die

'Cause they down for it, they had to get took out

And they come back

(Right)

And then it's a feud 'til they don't want no more

'Til everybody just drop it

But ain't nobody gon' drop it

(Ain't nobody gon' drop it, ain't nobody gon' drop it)

(Ain't nobody gon' drop it, ain't nobody gon' drop it)

(Ain't nobody gon' drop it, ain't nobody gon' drop it)

(Oh, yeah)

Bloods and Crips

(Bloods, Bloods, Bloods, Bloods)

(Crips, Crips, Crips, Crips)