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  • Game – True Colors / It’s On (1992 Album) letras

    Part 1 – True Colors

    [Intro]
    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
    [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

    [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 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

    [Hook]
    Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
    My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
    Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
    My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

    [Verse 2]
    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

    [Hook]
    Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
    My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
    Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
    My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

    [Verse 3]
    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

    [Hook]
    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

    [Hook]
    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

    [Verse: 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, 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

    [Hook]
    If someone took the flag out my pocket