Lyrics:
DJ Pimp, you really hooked it up on this one, man
You're the mack
When you hear the sound
All the bodies hit the ground
By the pound across town
When
gotta run
Just remember when you fall and need some help I'm not the one
True colors, you showed me your true colors
And truthfully, I cannot f*** witcha
gonna be whatever I want to be.
Cuz I do me and fuck everybody else,
cre you with me or am I riding by myself,
Either way don't care cuz I don't need
to known to rip shit up
So keep yo' chains up
'Fore you lames get plucked, you shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up 'fore I bust two at your truck
Draped in all
aiyyo X let me get 'em daddy - yo, yo, yo
U-N-T-O-U-C-H, A-B-L-E-S
Sheek the new Elliott Ness (no doubt)
Nigga, Bloodline, D-Block; two of the best
Hang
they say that I'm only top five 'cause I'm white why would I be stunned
My skin color's still working against me (what?) 'cause second I should be
wonder
Why you can't treat me right
You do good all day
Then you do wrong all night
When you're with me
I'm a thousand times happier than I could ever say
girl you know you gotta do it right
[Pre-Chorus]
So you drop by sephora to work on your aura
You get your brushes right and your colors in order
You go
Ice-T, let me kick my credentials
A young player, bred in South Central
L.A., home of the bodybag
You wanna die, wear the wrong color rag
I used
hitting, fight a case
Toolie hidden, by the way
True religion, by the waist
Too religious, trynna save her…
Yea,
Gold on me like super saiyan I still can't
backwards on a one way
The color flawless, bitch I reek of money
(Bitch)
Fast life, born to die, who gives a fuck
We done seen it all by 25, and lived it up
"Colors" was made
Let's C-walk to that, and never give me no hassle
cause I come from one of the worst cottage in Paso
[Chorus: x2]
It ain't no
snitch on the next nigga
I'ma NeedMo nigga I was raised by some hustlers
Red blue and black is all you see so what's yo color
Harold that's my daddy
kerosene
Sifting through the chemicals, you fill me up with dopamine
Reflecting all our colors, we set the world on fire
Comfort in the clouds, lost in
and the confused look
Niggas get shook when Malcolm speaks
There ain't a way I can hear you on an Alchemist beat
Y'all two doin' an album together
Ooh shit
Okay, I
done.
(Spoken)
Hey officer
Lets talk 'bout this,now
By the time you let me go
That boy'll be all the way in Texas
Sure is good lookin'
By
Y'all know what this is (D-Block!)
Oh yeah, by the way
This is the remix (Woo!)
[Chorus]
You can kiss your ass goodbye (d-block, d-block,
Yeah, she went to Vienna
First day alone, Indiana (yeah)
Two guns, Jones Indiana, hey
Cook him broad day, Benihanas (yeah)
On the bus, put me under,
I am a Martian
I go by the earth name Daniel
They all call me Tsunamii
Take off to Pluto, come find me
Nothing but hitters behind me
Shooting
stopped by the law they running plates
They judging me by my color and by my race
I'm just delivering food grinding for cake
I had to tell all them suckers
I told him meet me by the checkers.i sacked a pound up before I sold a record, he want a brick I told em meet me by the checkers.
(2
I told him meet me by the checkers.i sacked a pound up before I sold a record, he want a brick I told em meet me by the checkers.
(2
he's testing me
I'm try'na find a better way
Be the color when it's gray
I'm try'na be a better me
I'm try'na be a better me
Yeah, I'm feeling down,
don't make a G by the night,
I been grindin' all my life I gotta get it right
Okay
Aye, I gotta get it right,
37 thousand on me pros, I might trick
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