Remble - Colors (feat. Mozzy, Stoneda5th) lyrics
Remble [Eunique Cooper Remble] San Pedro, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
Mozzy [Timothy Patterson] Oak Park, Sacramento, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
Stoneda5th [Damont Gaines] Moreno Valley, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
Although Remble, a prominent figure in West Coast rap, has been on the radar for a while, 2024 looks set to be his breakthrough year. Recently, the rapper took the stage at Kendrick Lamar's major event "Pop Out" — marking his first full live performance — and now he's coming in hot with new material. His latest single "Colors" delves into the world of street conflicts in California and features a standout collaboration with Mozzy, a key player in the local rap scene, and underground artist Stoneda5th.
[Remble - Colors feat. Mozzy, Stoneda5th lyrics]
Don't even think about it, bro
Just keep goin' let 'em find out who it was
They gon' be on you
You don't got your phone with
You and the whip stolen
If the boys hear about this one
You know who told 'em (Damn)
You don't have to pass the weed
I am not smokin'
I'm like Rocket off of Colors
I am not jokin'
I told ol' boy don't take the
Burner if you not blowing
I seen you post your dead
Homie then I kept scrolling
I guess you subbed me on the
'Gram until it got boring
You always post your homies blicky
That is not yours
Remember plug ran out of Glockies
Then I bought Taurus
My chest was pokin' out the shirt
I felt like Chuck Norris
Remember hoppin' out with-
(Tch) , feelin' fantastic
I tried to get to him faster
But it was bad traffic
Ran back to the whip out of
Breath like I was an asthmatic
He was stretched out on the ground with
His arms crossed like the Black Panther
Free them-
Them other guys really can't stand 'em
If they don't want any trouble
They better sit down then
Like go and get you a trophy
When you go down there
Free Cowboy, free Breezy, man
Free the grand kids
If you gon' drive your whip
Take off the plates
If you didn't pass for twenty or better
That's not a safe
My big homie in his fifties
I witnessed him hit a gate
We spin again and spin again and
Spin again until we can't
Don't even think about it, bro
Just keep goin' let 'em find out who it was
They gon' be on you
You don't got your phone with
You and the whip stolen
If the boys hear about this one
You know who told 'em (Damn)
You don't have to pass the weed
I am not smokin'
I'm like Rocket off of Colors
I am not jokin'
I told ol' boy don't take the
Burner if you not blowing
I seen you post your dead
Homie then I kept scrolling
I guess you subbed me on the
'Gram until it got boring
You always post your homies blicky
That is not yours
Remember plug ran out of Glockies
Then I bought Taurus
My chest was pokin' out the shirt
I felt like Chuck Norris
We don't care about their side
Their homies in coffins
He felt the bullets hit his body
But he just kept joggin'
Ride 'round with R3
Thing he known for crashin' foreigns
You gotta come to the pitch
Try to get your name cleared
Don't want the kids see you get right
Take 'em to daycare
Seen his momma when we slid
And we did not care
He kept on trollin' on the 'Gram
That got his ass killed that nigga trippin'
Turn you evil when you in the field
God on my shoulder
But the devil tryna interfere
I heard they caught him out of state
Thought he was in the clear
I had to bring it in the club
'cause my life can't be shortened
I'on gotta pass my gun, we gon' keep scorin'
All they friends keep on dyin'
They tears keep pourin'
PJ walked him when out of the pints
So we gon' keep pourin'
Only talkin' 'bout the money
Everything else I'm ignorin'
I'll slide all myself
I'on care who not goin'
Don't even think about it, bro
Just keep goin' let 'em find out who it was
They gon' be on you
You don't got your phone with
You and the whip stolen
If the boys hear about this one
You know who told 'em (Damn)
You don't have to pass the weed
I am not smokin'
I'm like Rocket off of Colors
I am not jokin'
I told ol' boy don't take the
Burner if you not blowing
I seen you post your dead
Homie then I kept scrolling
I guess you subbed me on the
'Gram until it got boring
You always post your homies blicky
That is not yours
Remember plug ran out of Glockies
Then I bought Taurus
My chest was pokin' out the shirt
I felt like Chuck Norris
Yeah, jump out
I'll disload on your bitch-ass
Gang will never see parole
'cause your snitch-ass
Two tone FN, I think that hoe mismatch
Don't want no credit for that
Body though we did that
I just popped a half a and lil' bro sober
If you freeze up on the skit
You get a cold shoulder
'Sace briefs for the yeekie
I need no holster
This a throwaway but I'm the fourth owner
Put your patna in a semi for the dope smokers
Poppin' bottles on my story
Mean he's no longer
Try and tag me on the 'Gram
If he ain't toe taggin'
Since my brother passed away
We give no passes
Get away with snatchin' chains
When you soul snatchin'
Your big homie ain't no felon
He's a coke addict
They keep catchin' me with ratchets
I do no lackin'
So it's f**k Bobby Hodges and Danny McGavin
Don't even think about it, bro
Just keep goin' let 'em find out who it was
They gon' be on you
You don't got your phone with
You and the whip stolen
If the boys hear about this one
You know who told 'em (Damn)
You don't have to pass the weed
I am not smokin'
I'm like Rocket off of Colors
I am not jokin'
I told ol' boy don't take the
Burner if you not blowing
I seen you post your dead
Homie then I kept scrolling
I guess you subbed me on the
'Gram until it got boring
You always post your homies blicky
That is not yours
Remember plug ran out of Glockies
Then I bought Taurus
My chest was pokin' out the shirt
I felt like Chuck Norris
Just keep goin' let 'em find out who it was
They gon' be on you
You don't got your phone with
You and the whip stolen
If the boys hear about this one
You know who told 'em (Damn)
You don't have to pass the weed
I am not smokin'
I'm like Rocket off of Colors
I am not jokin'
I told ol' boy don't take the
Burner if you not blowing
I seen you post your dead
Homie then I kept scrolling
I guess you subbed me on the
'Gram until it got boring
You always post your homies blicky
That is not yours
Remember plug ran out of Glockies
Then I bought Taurus
My chest was pokin' out the shirt
I felt like Chuck Norris
Remember hoppin' out with-
(Tch) , feelin' fantastic
I tried to get to him faster
But it was bad traffic
Ran back to the whip out of
Breath like I was an asthmatic
He was stretched out on the ground with
His arms crossed like the Black Panther
Free them-
Them other guys really can't stand 'em
If they don't want any trouble
They better sit down then
Like go and get you a trophy
When you go down there
Free Cowboy, free Breezy, man
Free the grand kids
If you gon' drive your whip
Take off the plates
If you didn't pass for twenty or better
That's not a safe
My big homie in his fifties
I witnessed him hit a gate
We spin again and spin again and
Spin again until we can't
Don't even think about it, bro
Just keep goin' let 'em find out who it was
They gon' be on you
You don't got your phone with
You and the whip stolen
If the boys hear about this one
You know who told 'em (Damn)
You don't have to pass the weed
I am not smokin'
I'm like Rocket off of Colors
I am not jokin'
I told ol' boy don't take the
Burner if you not blowing
I seen you post your dead
Homie then I kept scrolling
I guess you subbed me on the
'Gram until it got boring
You always post your homies blicky
That is not yours
Remember plug ran out of Glockies
Then I bought Taurus
My chest was pokin' out the shirt
I felt like Chuck Norris
We don't care about their side
Their homies in coffins
He felt the bullets hit his body
But he just kept joggin'
Ride 'round with R3
Thing he known for crashin' foreigns
You gotta come to the pitch
Try to get your name cleared
Don't want the kids see you get right
Take 'em to daycare
Seen his momma when we slid
And we did not care
He kept on trollin' on the 'Gram
That got his ass killed that nigga trippin'
Turn you evil when you in the field
God on my shoulder
But the devil tryna interfere
I heard they caught him out of state
Thought he was in the clear
I had to bring it in the club
'cause my life can't be shortened
I'on gotta pass my gun, we gon' keep scorin'
All they friends keep on dyin'
They tears keep pourin'
PJ walked him when out of the pints
So we gon' keep pourin'
Only talkin' 'bout the money
Everything else I'm ignorin'
I'll slide all myself
I'on care who not goin'
Don't even think about it, bro
Just keep goin' let 'em find out who it was
They gon' be on you
You don't got your phone with
You and the whip stolen
If the boys hear about this one
You know who told 'em (Damn)
You don't have to pass the weed
I am not smokin'
I'm like Rocket off of Colors
I am not jokin'
I told ol' boy don't take the
Burner if you not blowing
I seen you post your dead
Homie then I kept scrolling
I guess you subbed me on the
'Gram until it got boring
You always post your homies blicky
That is not yours
Remember plug ran out of Glockies
Then I bought Taurus
My chest was pokin' out the shirt
I felt like Chuck Norris
Yeah, jump out
I'll disload on your bitch-ass
Gang will never see parole
'cause your snitch-ass
Two tone FN, I think that hoe mismatch
Don't want no credit for that
Body though we did that
I just popped a half a and lil' bro sober
If you freeze up on the skit
You get a cold shoulder
'Sace briefs for the yeekie
I need no holster
This a throwaway but I'm the fourth owner
Put your patna in a semi for the dope smokers
Poppin' bottles on my story
Mean he's no longer
Try and tag me on the 'Gram
If he ain't toe taggin'
Since my brother passed away
We give no passes
Get away with snatchin' chains
When you soul snatchin'
Your big homie ain't no felon
He's a coke addict
They keep catchin' me with ratchets
I do no lackin'
So it's f**k Bobby Hodges and Danny McGavin
Don't even think about it, bro
Just keep goin' let 'em find out who it was
They gon' be on you
You don't got your phone with
You and the whip stolen
If the boys hear about this one
You know who told 'em (Damn)
You don't have to pass the weed
I am not smokin'
I'm like Rocket off of Colors
I am not jokin'
I told ol' boy don't take the
Burner if you not blowing
I seen you post your dead
Homie then I kept scrolling
I guess you subbed me on the
'Gram until it got boring
You always post your homies blicky
That is not yours
Remember plug ran out of Glockies
Then I bought Taurus
My chest was pokin' out the shirt
I felt like Chuck Norris
