Lyrics:
Vogue
Whitney Houston, Mary J. Blige, the Queens IMO
cl B Sure, Immature or IMX with the New Jack
Keith Sweat, Boyz 2 Men, Color Me Badd on those smooth
I'm dolo ballin you could be here ballin wit me too
Yea...but you fake lil homie
Uhh..look don't call me brodie
Posed to have my back lil bro you was
Of course we copy...24 hours a day...in color
You wouldn't believe me if I told you the rest
The man sitting by me who was barely dressed
Flew off
got the nerd to come around here with pounds of fear
Your colors wrong you must rock edible dons with that huh?
Damn paul, what's that huh?
Let me get
take a hoe to court
Do it with no remorse
Let me see you get creative
Guess you aint got the jeans
Guess you gone have to come clean
I get the bag
got through
When I pop you, have your whole top 3 running, cuz they know that I been top 2 and I'm not 2
Sick with the bars and I'm blessed cchoo
Walk
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
Not the platinum she was after
"He fully got the color right and
It’s so perfect, I’m like, ‘Don’t make
Me fly out to Paris every time
I need to color
Yeah, make sure my shit sound tight
I never knew the world could be this mad
Only vision I had of sex was Color Me Badd
And I never knew
outta ya League I don’t do dubbs
Nigga you a dubb
I don’t want you
You ain’t got enough
Independent young bitch
But you gone have to show me Some’m
Dubb
broke running off on they plugs
Thinking they gonna blow but they really be duds
"Cough...cough...cough"
Please excuse me i got dank in lungs
Don't
you daddy, she about to be a bastard, oh
I got way too many bitches that do anything for me, nigga
But think for me, nigga
Send her to you like she
on and the girls are there
You definitely have a rockin' affair
But let me tell you somethin', there's still one fact
And to have a party, you got to have a rap
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
they tryin' to catch
Me 'Ridin' Dirty' I'm Chamillionaire
Now when you into guns like I am
You make no mistakes i got an SR 9C with two
Safeties but
Thank God, you showed me your true colors
Had me by your side, know im nothing like the others,
Thank God, you showed me you true colors
True colors, No
and
Tell them color me bad blue faces
Get that new money, and it’s breaking me down
My home girl got a credit card scam
She got a scholarship to college but
bursts into my room and he grabs my lucky snorkel
And I'm like "Hey, you can't have that"
"That snorkel's been just like a snorkel to me"
And he's like
but I'm moving like a tank
(Yuh-Yuh)
Got more B-D-E, than the men you see (Woo)
They call me "Two Hands"
To measure it approximately (Woah Woah)
All
the corener to tag niggas
Badd
2pac talks
Smokers churpin they want a certain batch
I'll have my shooters shooting where your curtains at
You, not a boss where
Now I need you to color me dope as fuck
I don’t give a Michael Jordan shoulder shrug
Bout any nigga capping like they’re close to us
Raise your glasses
with it, watch me get, jiggy with it
Watch me get, jiggy with it, watch me get, jiggy with it
Gonna and 2 step
Ay, you know my bank roll (roll!), got
with it, watch me get, jiggy with it
Watch me get, jiggy with it, watch me get, jiggy with it
Gonna and 2 step
Ay, you know my bank roll (roll!), got
to impact the world
Have something shiny
Scratch my head as I think
Lost in the sauce and my eyes on chink
Not 2Pac but All Eyes On Me
Got to get across town
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