DJ Spinna, eLZhi - More Colors lyrics

George Bush sending boys to war
What is he color blind
And where I stay he don’t see the sky grey
I’m in the middle with guys
Green Earth chilling right
For mothers feeling blue ‘coz
They kids dealing white
For their brown paper bag money
From the head junkies
They wanna rock purple labels and red monkeys
A mind full of color schemes
In their head planned it
To them boys in blue catch 'em red handed
Pat em down spread their
Legs put their blackjack
All in their baggy jeans to
Find bags of green
Could be the dread type sippin'
On a Red Stripe
And shorty acting wild puffin' on
A Black & Mild it's true they shoot niggas
Through Yellow Pages
Move yay pounds on greyhounds out
Of the blue blue
From Mac and Grey Plymouth and Greenfield
Yellow tapes surrounded bodies on
The scene killed

It's the colors colors
The red white and blue
The white runs the house
The red fight the blue over colors colors
Rarely seen by the others
Inside of the spectrum
Which story will I select from

You never know who it might be
To have you dropped on the black top
Leaking red through your white tee
Behind my backyard they pushin'
Them packs hard
The crack just to get a black card
And really should invest in a vest
Lead-proof skin the thug got a
Slug in his chest at the Red Roof Inn
Down the horror from this dude
Getting head truth chin
By this a high yellow red bone
With the spread tooth grin
Looking like Pink singer she can
Pose for Black Tail
A lost black girl in a world of black male
And white collar crime done on the sneak tip
Different from blue collar workers
Catching a pink slip
Not earning one red cent now
What's a fella to do
To make green by mixing yellow and blue
Hustle hard hold the tool
Try to stay low-key as a kilo of coke
That's the golden rule

It's the colors colors
The red white and blue
The white runs the house
The red fight the blue over colours colours
Rarely seen by the others
Inside of the spectrum
Which story will I select from

It's too ill when the blue steel do peel
And shift a lead in the
Direction of the infrared
Been lookin' up to ballers
Opposite of Shaq size
Back when we got blue balls
And caught black eyes
I think it's quite foul
Must've been Grey Goose
And orange juice twist a white
Widow in a White Owl
'Coz in the same town pimps putting game down
Their Caddies on white walls
Bumping James Brown
Al Green and Bobby Blue Band
Stories printed in black and white
And papers of probably news stands that reads
A niggas found dead lying in old piss
A victim of a drive-by
They even killed his goldfish
Hustlers with the BlackBerry and Bluetooth
They blow purples inside of old
School with the new roofs
Go from painting the town red
Beneath the night skies
You going to trial telling little white lies
Was piss poor though his parents would try
To provide him with silver spoons
For this American Pie

Damn, it's fucked up how they found Ton'
Was robbed for his gold chain in
Front of his brown stone
With concussion split to the white meat
They even took his kicks like percussion
That you fit to the right beat (beat)
Another black on black cause it's lynch fly
That's what I heard
Word get around like the pink eye
Watch out when your enemies sneak by
Wish I could pour a white out
On these lines before the ink dry
Its niggas dead from fighting
Over a breadcrumb
Feet and head numb from a murder
We call it red rum
They say that every black cloud
Has a silver lining
And if it's true gon' see it
Once in a blue moon
I was told by old niggas that hold figures
Beware of clowns
Hoes and brown nose and gold diggers
So keep the grip between the
Hips of your blue jeans
Which means the clips and black steel
Is where you stack bills

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