Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Red & Gold , by - Blu. Release date: 18.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Red & Gold |
| Yeah, grown up thug shit, I fell in love with |
| Crime at a young age, I was into dark shit |
| So much pain, I didn’t fear anything |
| Destined to be a king, word to everything |
| The infamous lil nigga from the island, Hempstead get dough and get violent |
| Shoutout to terrace, park side, the shacks in Martin Luther King Drive |
| Dusty lil hood niggas love my raps, they identify with me, they can relate to |
| that |
| Big gin gallon, lil black strap, put you to sleep real quick, lil cat nap |
| You wake up in a few months, now how that happen? |
| Dummy motherfucker got his dome |
| Damn, it was a wrap with the window cracked |
| The jakes thought it was the crack in the lac, he had the sister crack |
| Was on my D and let the sisters pass, was on my G, the Capri 83s with the |
| mirror match |
| I never banged Crip til I hang with Crips, you lucky I ain’t had a eight on my |
| hip |
| You seen days when you seen K’s, was on gauge thinking I ain’t seen a gauge, |
| turn the gauge to the ink pen |
| 88 she sat on the plates, told her I was 83 bagged the whole race |
| Gold chains on my chest, you need a vest just to be the best |
| I’m from the West where the realest rest, and the sun sets |
| The sun woke up to the bump, with the blunt wet |
| Thirty minutes after the hour, for the ones fetched |
| It was a Sunday when I did the album and got my first Jesus piece from my uncle |
| Calvin |
| Cause I’m a |
| Only here by the grace of Jah, jumped out and |
| Where each time bad bitch chase the car |
| Mandatory too far for a drop out in the Golden State and I was clocking |
| everyday like it was just for play |
| Product of the government’s foul play, a eighties kid and it was twice the trip |
| cause back then it was mainly Crips |
| We’re fashionably su-wooping with a of conscience |
| Impressionably my eyes wide through the nonsense, switch hit no homo |
| Lil nigga wanted nothing more than to come home with a trophy after winning the |
| car show |
| Not too many managed to avoid the gathletes, but it’s no deterring once a young |
| lad turned savage |
| Hoop dreams turn to coupe dreams, cause on the average once he 14 |
| He damu and grabs him a package |
| He starts screaming, grab a pitchfork stab a devil demon |
| I seen him, Pro-activis promethazine leaning |
| Dreaming with the sun out, death threats I pull my gun out, your best bet is to |
| run out |
| What you talkin' bout? |
| I air em out like tires |
| Apply pressure with a pair of pliers, sing em like Jeremiah |
| Esquire swagging in a G wagon bragging bout, toe-tagging |
| Blowing fire out a dragon mouth, down south or back east, they say out west you |
| a beast |
| Call me in the morning take two of these, blue and greens by any means |
| You a fiend, shoot him up with music like New Orleans, talking that patois |
| mardi gras |
| Hardy har, you don’t go nowhere without your bodyguard Gang Starr |
| Party hard, started off on Crescent Heights boulevard, finished it |
| All my niggas guilty slash innocent |