Artist: The Game Album: 1992 Song: True Colors Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: Ice T sample] I am a night-mare walkin', psychopath talkin' King of my jungle, just a gangster stalkin' Livin' life like a firecracker, quick is my fuse Then dead as a death pack, the colors I choose Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just don't matter" {"Bongo By The Way"} [The Game] My daddy was from Nutty Blocc, my uncle was from Nutty Blocc My momma 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 Fifteen 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 panickin' - 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 momma to her room and let the doctor do his thing Was a whole lotta blood, yeah I was born in it Gang bangin' my family got torn in it All over [Chorus One] "Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors" "My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors" (yeeah boy!) "Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors" "My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors" (yeeah boy!) [The Game] Jordan got drafted to the Bulls, '85 here My uncle Greg sniffin' cocaine off my high chair Momma 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 momma 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, 2 A.M., 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 [Chorus One] [The Game] Seven years passed now a lil nigga seein' things Playin' with them birds like Magic, we was the Dream Team Posted up on the block, I had that Hakeem lean Watchin' '6-4s hop, my nigga, no green screen Walkin' from the 'Tanas to the Cedars with my eyes closed Red bandana in my pocket, how you hide those? Larry Nickel's 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? Twenty-six dead homies and two dead brothers Compton is a cold motherfucker Niggas dyin' over [Chorus One]