Lyrics:
'cause she say I make her feel wanted and by the way she never met nobody like me
At the Graft and laugh makin her stare at things
Cutty Cal Grese Chris
tracks for me to get down on
Singin' they hot when that shit don't even sound warm
Nigga I'm nasty, my style is sound porn
The graphic exposin' wack asses
single day by day
Oh yea
Hated on my lifestyle yet still wanna be me
Suicide mission
I'm inferno
Do not tryna stop my flames
Doing my thing my style my way
need some robitussin
Yo girl like my style, say she wanna fuck me
My songs must watch porn the way they be bussin' (Bust, hahaha)
Told her ride
it
And by it I mean where I'm going
Till I'm already there
Or I'm on my way
All the way up to the top
Forever pressing my luck
Intention and perception
in the S-L-K
I roll up the window, so the 'doo won't sway
Spray my hairspray so the waves obey
So when I say stay, them bitches stay
Oh, by the way
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named
to be up by the bar cuz its easy, now come with me
shorty's looking sexy, yes indeed,
she's comin' home with me
[Cuban Link]
(verse one)
me and thugs up
crazy, I ain't even see it coming (No way)
Oh shit, yeah
How they gonna talk on me if they don't even know me? (Tell me like how?)
The real colors be
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
chick that’s all freaky and biting
To see me tonight then
We getting lit lit litty until we're igniting
And you wanna know why cause I'm the guy
Wanna who
the right mist
If you with me throw your elves up like this, everybody now
All my ladies and mens this evening
We can do this all night
All my ladies
You gon' have to keep up with me on here
Handle the business, I'm all man
We had to drink from the storm drain
In front of the judge
This is my life
When I hop on stage they all wanna talk
One by one, they all on my jock
Stop! Don't be mad
Which one of you is coming to my pad?
and sign language
On a rainy day I take weather to my advantage
All my enemies alive about to get vanquished
White Zetsu the color of dandruff
We do damage
me in a battle then I’ll wrap you like a blunt huh
Spit entwines the rhyme like it’s holding all the bud huh
My words spark it up, you start to grunt
by don't turn back
Can't hide from that look in her eye
Must be the way she walks a style made up to capture all she needs
No time to spend on loose
wonder why
Run by, don't turn back
Can't hide from the look in her eye
Must be the way she walks
A style made up to capture all she needs
No time
the morning!
I got big C-Style on the grill
Eastside! Keepin' it way real
Dogg Dogg, LBC
If you got beef, with DPG,
Then holla at me, the D-O-G
If you
the way to attic
Well we be smokin Tical
The reservoir is now open
I swim the English Channel backstrokin
You don't know me or my style
We hold court
thing missing is an abundance of wealth
And I do it for my color for, fuck you thing the struggle is for
Police killing like it’s a style, but in no
fuck wit' AR, pause
Look somebody caught a body with my heat
So y'all prolly thinkin' somebody caught
A body from me but it wasn't my beef
That happened
I'm done with it, my man, he wanna get with it
Then he hit it from da back, now my crew wanna hit it
But me freaky tah, trip off and I creep
Niggaz they
style on a bearskin rug
Up and down stairs in the back of a limo
On interstate 5 on the way to San Francisco
You make me go crazy baby
When I see
Discuss these all the way freaky style by color me badd Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In