| Red, green, blue, yellow
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| Red, green
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| She fell into the-
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| I said U-L-B like L Boog but more hood like Ice T
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| And that’s cool like Miles Davis walked in the room
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| And redefined the groove to find jazz
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| The mood turned Blue like the note I wrote
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| To the boat I float with no ledge so know the ledge
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| Knowledge and longevity, loyalty and leadership
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| Don’t let that long list get you
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| Like Portishead’s album cover picture
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| A top shelf like Blue Label liquor
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| I’m just a light skin nigga my nigga
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| I don’t see the glass half full I see the whole pitcher
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| Am I blue like the blues or like B.B. King and Muddy Waters singin' the blues
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| Billie Jean in blue jeans singin' the blues
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| Or like anything for the youth singin' the blues
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| Not right like Langston Hughes
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| Every album out pourin' out the gangster blues
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| Abraham Lincoln in that navy blue
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| Don’t let that long arm of justice paint you blue
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| For that Native in American and African American man
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| We all can stand together like the colors of the flag
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| So the man of the land is the man of the nation
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| Same colors came together to begin creation
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| Red rock, white smoke, blue ocean
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| Overflow, heard Y2K got your third eye open
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| So it might go pop but it’s not finna blow
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| Like A-Bombs on Pearl Harbor
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| Or like the color of gold on the martyr
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| Or like a mother who was told her heart was harder
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| Jay-Z named his daughter
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| Andre the Giant, Bob Vince Gilligan
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| KRS and Snoop, got both coasts chillin' in the big blue Buick with the bass
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| everlastin'
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| She can’t stop askin', imagine your face turns red
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| From what you read in the magazine
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| Bad dreams leave green
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| Blue, cool g, ill street ghetto, don’t call me yellow
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| Yo, tell my mellow I’m Blue
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| Best lyricist underground
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| Buildin' understandin' now how that sound?
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| I asked my mom how you spell John
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| God bless you, believe you, B-L-U
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| Do-do-do-do-do-do
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| Do-do-do-do-do-do |