Lyrics:
become the new
School styles of rap
Like Naughty by Nature, Leaders of the New
A Tribe Called Quest
Dr dre and Snoop Doggy too
Red Alert keepin' it street
lost a beat away. Purst in like a one way sender war give a heart like a fay. 'cause I can ford a red eed only street a wide a ree land. Die-mond make
door
At anytime near 3 o’clock
Then baby I’ll be standing outside
Suddenly shy
And you’re the reason why
I’ll be waiting there with butterflies
Baby
Oh, here you come like summer rain
With those blue eyes and red flags
I'm colourblind again
Thought at least we could stay friends
But true colours
I went out tonight and closed down the bar
Drank seventeen beers and smoked ten cigars
I left my car downtown and I walked home
I got home at three
dick all on her face
Before she dressed (Jam Up)
'Boo ya Uber outside'
Think I'm a small fry
I let em all fry
Red tips bang like the bass in the trunk
yall ass always lying
Nigga can't say we aint getting no money me and all mine Balling
l be outside like all day nigga. I can hear the money calling
I
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
hide their diversity, & seek comparison
America
Praised by Red-necks, that drive diesel
Where Marlboro's allowed, but cannabis illegal
And even when
Ohhh yeah
Let the sunshine through
Baby
I'm calling out to you
I can tell by the way you're laughing
Some kind of internal catastrophe
Maybe it's
been on dropped off in the jungles
Tan Khakis, red bandana wrapped around your knuckles
Me and my brother used to dip down in 'Shaw
Stopped
long before I had your trust again
I opened up the doors when it was cold outside
Hopin' that you'd find your own way in
But how can I protect you
Then we took it into friends
Told me everything about you
Like it never seemed to end
Calling me at 3am
Said come with me outside
Waiting in my driveway
No Ceilings 3, B-Side
They don't want us to give you No Ceilings 3
So we givin' you No Ceilings 3, B-Side
You can't put a ceiling on our greatness
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
Death, murder, and mayhem
Push me to the brink and they got me debating
Death, murder, and mayhem
Now I want to go outside
And paint the pavement
Memories fading
So am I
Wish the days would
Pass me by
Messy face, and my red eyes
I hope I’m not to hard to find
Lost in the woods
Are you calling me
Lost
My skin colour ain't nothing to make light of
We're all the same colour when you turn the light off
If you don't wanna hear this then turn the mic
She took him by the hand and led him merrily outside.
They got into the chaise and sat down side by side,
Then they smiled at each other, ready for
the mercs, but we don't do no lurking
Her king, you said you were her king
Shoot your brains out, now you dead, everybody hurting
Colour red is the only
learn a lot
By the way I think my perm is hot
Teaching math makes me burn out
Look at my muscles I have my shirt off
Sorry I have colour weakness
I can't
He ain't outside should of stayed in the bed
We ain't calling it quit's all we seeing is red
G'ddddd bow, that nigga is dead
That nigga got shot in his
Got 1 over 50
And keep 50 in my pocket
Limousines for the don I'ma three as the charme
Flee red carpet chilling e on my arm
Purple rain smoking
colours there you see
All colours that were ever seen
And mossy network too is there
As if by hand of lady fair
The work had woven been
And cups,
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