Colors Page #2

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Red or blue, Cuz or Blood

It just don't matter

Sucker, dive for your life

When my shotgun scatters

Colors

The gangs of LA will never die

Just multiply

Colors

Colors, colors, colors

Colors, colors, colors

Colors, colors, colors

Colors, colors, colors

Colors, colors, colors

Colors, colors, colors

Colors, colors, colors

Colors, colors

You don't know me, fool

You disown me, cool

I don't need your assistance

Social persistence

Any problem I got

I just put my fist in

My life is violent

But violent is life

Peace is a dream

Reality is a knife

My color's my honor

My color's my all

With my colors upon me

One soldier stands tall

Tell me, what have you left me?

What have I got?

Last night in cold blood

My young brother got shot

(Hodges) And there they are.

The Ville. Crips. Crip de Ville.

Stone f***in' killers. They'll walk in your

house, blow you away, sit down to eat...

Then leave.

That's right. You get them off the street.

- Lady, we're trying.

- You need more help! (laughs)

- So, what's up, Rocky-o?

- Yo, yo, yo, put it here.

Get your hand outta my face, all right?

Oh.

Hodges, you back, huh?

- What's up, homes?

- Hey, turn the music down, man.

- Hey, f*** that! That ain't my job.

- You better watch your back, man.

Nice ride, man. I didn't make it.

- Why you sneakin' up on us like that?

- You wanna get back on the sidewalk?

- You're all buffed out. Been to the joint?

- Just County. Missed you for a while.

You out on good time? What's this?

Oh, this here's my Hopalong Cassidy rag.

- Get rid of it.

- (voices arguing)

- Find better friends. You're in violation.

- Hey, I live right there. I'm just passin' by.

- What's the matter with him?

- Who, Rocket?

- Don't he like it around here?

- Cuz is down for the hood, man.

Y'all got any dope today?

Not us. We just say no to drugs.

- You go get some. I'll be right back.

- All right, man. Get some for us.

Yeah, you bet.

Hey, later on, Hodges.

Take care of yourself, homeboy.

They ain't got nothin', cuz.

Hodges has a new partner.

F***in' Melindez, man. I cannot

believe I'm back out here. Man!

I worked CRASH for five years.

I did my time. Finally made it up to Juvie.

Home at night with the wife. Get to

help somebody every once in a while...

Here I am. Same old sh*t.

( "Butcher Shop" by Kool G Rap

on car stereo)

(McGavin) He don't wanna see us.

Freeze.

Stop, a**hole!

Fuckhead!

Don't move.

That's what you get

for messin' with the police.

Hands behind your heads, interlock your

fingers, down on your knees. Let's go.

Cross your ankles. Don't move.

Drop it.

1-CRASH-32. Requesting backup.

My partner's on foot in an alley.

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