Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Colors, artist - Te-Money
Date of issue: 10.02.2016
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 |