Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Colors , by - Sean Kingston. Release date: 20.04.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Colors |
| My jewels have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors |
| My people die over colors, colors, colors, colors, colors |
| Check it! |
| I’m the Bastard Of The Party, shit start off off coke and bacardi |
| Bandanas tied around the dubs on the Ferarri |
| I’m the bloods to what Pac was to thugs |
| What Snoop is to crips I’m the California king |
| Let it be known, I reign Supreme like Kenneth McGriff |
| Reincarnated put me in Queens and give me a strip |
| A couple red tops while the feds watchin |
| Infiltrate get a head shot Compton is the city of God |
| My block originators I said blood one on a Dr. Dre track |
| Now the world is affiliated |
| Some authentic some niggas Milli Vanilli bangers |
| Some get smoked others smoke chronic out of philly papers |
| Game time is really Jacob watches got them silly faces |
| Add red rubies to the dial they 'gon really hate us |
| I inherited gang bangin from my mother |
| And what I didn’t get from her I picked up watchin colors |
| Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors |
| Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors |
| My jewels have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors |
| My people die over colors, colors, colors, colors, colors |
| I’m from a world of different colors different faces |
| Different slang different races different gangs different places |
| Air Ones different laces |
| Different culture different livin different thugs different ages |
| The sky’s blue the money’s green the weed is purple |
| The ice is white you try me I’m a have to hurt you |
| Kingston boy I rep like no other |
| Black, yellow and green I bleed the Jamaican colors |
| The grill is cold the wheels is gold the chrome is silver |
| Nickel plated if it’s blazin than the chrome will kill ya |
| Certain dudes get one in the head |
| Certain places you wear certain colors you dead |
| Fi yuh gang bang yuh diss mi yuh a dead man |
| Cau gunshot a be like drum pan weh mi come from |
| And it’s the same old story |
| We don’t give a damn about your guts and glory |
| Miami have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors |
| Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors |
| My jewels have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors |
| My people die over colors, colors, colors, colors, colors |
| Painted the car blue, that’s for the sweat and blood |
| In my red tennis shoes fool cause the pain is love |
| I’m bout my green (Green) So my sky’s blue (Blue) |
| Purple and the strawberry philly up in my five coupe |
| Yeah I’m in the yellow boss, they in the white gold |
| You might fold I’m platinum go ask them white hoes |
| I got black hoes slammin cadillac do’s |
| Gettin cheese out a rat trap like I’m that close |
| Whippin keys in the back that’s how I stack dough |
| Waitin on that jack boys get him in his afro |
| These assholes must be gone on that crack smoke |
| Try to cross the boss well let’s front 'em what they ask for |
| Uh! |
| I’m in the thangs, ten tennis chains |
| That’s how I present it to ya you think I got 'em ten a thang |
| He green as spinach just another lame middle man |
| Standin in the street wavin my flag in the middle lane |
| Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors |
| Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors |
| My jewels have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors |
| My people die over colors, colors, colors, colors, colors |