| I am a nightmare walking, psychopath talking
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| King of my jungle just a gangster stalking
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| Living life like a firecracker quick is my fuse
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| Then dead as a deathpack the colors I choose
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| Red or blue, cuz or blood, it just don’t matter
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| My daddy was from Nutty Blocc
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| My uncle was from Nutty Blocc
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| My mama was from Hoover, how she end up here cuttin' rock?
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| Four year old on her lap, that was my older sister
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| Photos of Tookie and my father, now you get the picture
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| Cutlass outside on D’s, you think it wasn’t
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| 15 inches, had Computer Love, subbin'
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| My parents bout to see Rocky at the Compton Drive In
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| Halfway through the movie her stomach start throbbin'
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| My pops start panicin', moms in the passenger seat
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| Scared of contractions so she’s stiff as a mannequin
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| Pops put the car in reverse and then skrt’d out
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| «Drive motherfucker"them the words my mom skrt’d out
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| 80 down Wilmington, pull up at Killer King
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| Rush my mama to her room and let the doctor do his thing
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| Was a whole lotta blood, yeah I was born in it
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| Gang banging my family got torn in it, all over
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| Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
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| My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
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| Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
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| My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
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| Jordan got drafted to the Bulls, '85 here
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| My Uncle Greg sniffin' cocaine off my high chair
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| Mama in the kitchen cookin', pops on the couch baggin'
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| Cousin’s loadin' Louie Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon
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| Fiends walkin' in and out my house in old Nikes
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| Pops used to tell me «son don’t you ever be like me»
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| The bloods want to kill me, the cops’ll never catch me
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| And when you gang bangin' life’s shorter than Joe Pesci
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| Then one night my pops came home off heroin
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| Shit changed, I’m glad my mama didn’t marry him
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| Molested my sister that night cause she was scared
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| I was too young to help her and my brothers wasn’t there
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| It was late night, 2AM, my mother at work
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| My sister came back up the stairs and it was blood on her shirt
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| Blood on her face, blood on her hands, blood on her legs
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| Turned on the light and everything was red
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| I’m surrounded by
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| Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
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| My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
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| Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
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| My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
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| Seven years passed, now a lil nigga seeing things
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| Playin' with the birds like Magic, we was the dream team
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| Posted up on the block, I had that Hakeem lean
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| Watchin' '64s hop my nigga, no green screen
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| Walkin' from the Tanas to the Cedars with my eyes closed
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| Red bandanna in my pocket, how you hide those?
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| Larry Nickles crack spot, my brother got me servin'
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| Couldn’t cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis Rodman jersey
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| Then a nigga turned Pippen on these niggas
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| 40 sippin' on these niggas
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| If you Crippin', we was trippin' on you nigga
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| But the Crips would never lay down
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| They thought that it was they town
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| We thought it was ours so we would empty out the trey pounds
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| Ditched school especially since it was an all Crip school
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| I’m lucky I’m alive, but would you be if bullets hit you?
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| 26 dead homies and 2 dead brothers
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| Compton is a cold motherfucker
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| Niggas dyin' over
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| Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
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| My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
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| Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
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| My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
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| If someone took the flag out my pocket
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| Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
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| If someone took the flag out my pocket
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| Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
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| If someone took the flag out my pocket
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| Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
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| If someone took the flag out my pocket
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| Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
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| These rappers gimmicks, fuck an image
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| Straight out of Baldwin Village
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| If it’s any real activity I’m in it in the midst of the fiction
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| Still had a vision, look I never gave up
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| Game put me on this song and I fucked around and came up
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| I’m Jungles, most my niggas gone so I’ma do it for them
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| Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., Tiny M
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| It’s struggle first, blessin' last
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| Like I’ve been hittin' licks all my life and I passed
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| Kept it active for my son he know his daddy ain’t a bitch
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| Been bangin' all my life now I’m just tryna get rich
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| This shit is drastic, my flow bashin'
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| On rappers I’m flowin' after
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| The cabbage is all that matters
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| I’m laughin', these niggas cowards
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| It’s Osbe, gang bangin' is my hobby
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| Except my model cars it’s a fuckin' dead body
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| I’m from the jungle, all the homies call me Barzan
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| Loadin' up the clips and hoppin' out them stolen cars and
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| If someone took the flag out my pocket |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song True Colors / It's On , by - The Game. Song from the album 1992, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп