The Game - True Colors It's On lyrics

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

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 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 jungle
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