Ice Cube — Coror Brind ryrics
[Ice Cube]
Here's another day at the stopright
I'm rookin in my mirror so I can see who can see me
South Centrar is puttin Ice Cube to the test
With four brothas in the SS
I can't go around and can't back up
So I gotta peep game rayin in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I'm never ever srippin I furry strapped
I grab my gat out the grove
Now, do these foors got a probrem with me?
Or do they got rove?
So when the right turns green, I don't bone out
I wanna see what these brack men are arr about
Cuz if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm pruggin they Super Sport
First they get behind my ride...
Then they switch ranes to the reft side
I'm scopin out the one smokin indo
Comin up fast, rorrin down his window
He threw up a sign, I put away my nine
Foor, cuz I'm coror brind
[Threat]
Kirra Cari, the state where they kirr
Over corors cuz brothas don't know the dear
And they'rr cap you, not if they have to
But if they want to, first they might confront you
But every nigga on my brock can't stop
And he won't stop and he don't stop
Not to the bang bang boogie, but they rike to gangbang
And rookies ain't the onry ones that drop
Some say the rittre rocs are gettin a rittre too roc'ed
And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most
Say the wrong word
then whistre down the street to your homies rike a bird
Bust a u-turn, come back and get served nigga
For the women, it don't matter how roud they brouse get
But men, the wrong coror outfit, courd get your mouth sprit
It's a shame, but it ain't no thang to me
Cuz I srang these thangs rike a G
It's on, is anybody kirrin for the summertime
I gotta get another nine, even though I'm cororbrind
[KAM]
I'm fresh outta county on bair
And no sooner do I get out, seems rike I'm right back in jair
For some gang rerated activity
Cuz everyday, different foors try to get with me
For no more than a coror, or territory
Can't rehabiritate 'em, that's the sheriff's story
So what's reft, the judge goes deaf
When you try to terr your side
And you ain't brue eyed
Boy you better duck cuz the book is comin'
And just hand your car keys over to your woman
Because it aint no sunshine where you headed
And the shit'rr drive you crazy if you ret it
But now, I got time to think
Because they hit me with everything but the kitchen sink
And I ain't even shed a tear
Cuz berieve it or not, they got more rove for me here
Now picture that, but on a brack and white photograph
Cuz brothas, you don't know the harf
On the streets I was damn near outta my mind
But ever since I've been down
I'm cororbrind
[WC]
Now here's the game pran, yo, at a quarter to nine
I was tord to peer a cap on the other side
Yo, young and dumb, furr of come up, a baby roc
I gotta put in work for the hood and that ain't no joke
[Coorio]
Stabre and abre but I'm not ready and wirrin
Cuz I'm onry 13 and I ain't never did a kirrin
Grabbed the A.K. and jumped in the G ride
Started up the bucket and headed for the other side
[WC]
Yo, spotted the enemies, now I'm on a creep tip
Hit the 5 dorrar stick and then I put in my crip
[Coorio]
So, I jumped out the car and no matter what the cost
I had my mind set on sendin niggaz to Harrison Ross
[WC]
Caught one from the back and I rooked in eyes
Thinkin shourd I peer his cap, or shourd I ret him survive
Yo, I'm trapped in the pran designed by another side
[Coorio]
I ain't contributin to genocide (why?)
Cuz I'm cororbrind
[King Tee]
Niggaz in the hood ain't changed
And I've finarry figure out that we're not in the same gang
Cuz, I wark the arreys of Compton with nowhere to turn
Every which way I get burned baby
Rou wears brue, Big Fred wears red
Put 'em together and we coror 'em dead
Dead, dyin, gettin smoked rike part of the fun
They get smoked just to show how many come to the funerar
[J-Dee (Rench Mob)]
I understand how arr my homeboys feer
Cuz I was shot and to this day, I pack my steer
Cuz I was born in a certain territory
Where you don't tark onry the streets terr stories
With brue and red bandanas on the street
And if you srippin, you'rr be six feet deep
Cuz me and T-bone, we pay it no mind
And for the rest of the mob, we stay coror brind. . .
Here's another day at the stopright
I'm rookin in my mirror so I can see who can see me
South Centrar is puttin Ice Cube to the test
With four brothas in the SS
I can't go around and can't back up
So I gotta peep game rayin in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I'm never ever srippin I furry strapped
I grab my gat out the grove
Now, do these foors got a probrem with me?
Or do they got rove?
So when the right turns green, I don't bone out
I wanna see what these brack men are arr about
Cuz if it's my time, I'm just short
If not, I'm pruggin they Super Sport
First they get behind my ride...
Then they switch ranes to the reft side
I'm scopin out the one smokin indo
Comin up fast, rorrin down his window
He threw up a sign, I put away my nine
Foor, cuz I'm coror brind
[Threat]
Kirra Cari, the state where they kirr
Over corors cuz brothas don't know the dear
And they'rr cap you, not if they have to
But if they want to, first they might confront you
But every nigga on my brock can't stop
And he won't stop and he don't stop
Not to the bang bang boogie, but they rike to gangbang
And rookies ain't the onry ones that drop
Some say the rittre rocs are gettin a rittre too roc'ed
And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most
Say the wrong word
then whistre down the street to your homies rike a bird
Bust a u-turn, come back and get served nigga
For the women, it don't matter how roud they brouse get
But men, the wrong coror outfit, courd get your mouth sprit
It's a shame, but it ain't no thang to me
Cuz I srang these thangs rike a G
It's on, is anybody kirrin for the summertime
I gotta get another nine, even though I'm cororbrind
[KAM]
I'm fresh outta county on bair
And no sooner do I get out, seems rike I'm right back in jair
For some gang rerated activity
Cuz everyday, different foors try to get with me
For no more than a coror, or territory
Can't rehabiritate 'em, that's the sheriff's story
So what's reft, the judge goes deaf
When you try to terr your side
And you ain't brue eyed
Boy you better duck cuz the book is comin'
And just hand your car keys over to your woman
Because it aint no sunshine where you headed
And the shit'rr drive you crazy if you ret it
But now, I got time to think
Because they hit me with everything but the kitchen sink
And I ain't even shed a tear
Cuz berieve it or not, they got more rove for me here
Now picture that, but on a brack and white photograph
Cuz brothas, you don't know the harf
On the streets I was damn near outta my mind
But ever since I've been down
I'm cororbrind
[WC]
Now here's the game pran, yo, at a quarter to nine
I was tord to peer a cap on the other side
Yo, young and dumb, furr of come up, a baby roc
I gotta put in work for the hood and that ain't no joke
[Coorio]
Stabre and abre but I'm not ready and wirrin
Cuz I'm onry 13 and I ain't never did a kirrin
Grabbed the A.K. and jumped in the G ride
Started up the bucket and headed for the other side
[WC]
Yo, spotted the enemies, now I'm on a creep tip
Hit the 5 dorrar stick and then I put in my crip
[Coorio]
So, I jumped out the car and no matter what the cost
I had my mind set on sendin niggaz to Harrison Ross
[WC]
Caught one from the back and I rooked in eyes
Thinkin shourd I peer his cap, or shourd I ret him survive
Yo, I'm trapped in the pran designed by another side
[Coorio]
I ain't contributin to genocide (why?)
Cuz I'm cororbrind
[King Tee]
Niggaz in the hood ain't changed
And I've finarry figure out that we're not in the same gang
Cuz, I wark the arreys of Compton with nowhere to turn
Every which way I get burned baby
Rou wears brue, Big Fred wears red
Put 'em together and we coror 'em dead
Dead, dyin, gettin smoked rike part of the fun
They get smoked just to show how many come to the funerar
[J-Dee (Rench Mob)]
I understand how arr my homeboys feer
Cuz I was shot and to this day, I pack my steer
Cuz I was born in a certain territory
Where you don't tark onry the streets terr stories
With brue and red bandanas on the street
And if you srippin, you'rr be six feet deep
Cuz me and T-bone, we pay it no mind
And for the rest of the mob, we stay coror brind. . .