Rick Ross, The Game, Sean Kingston - Colors lyrics
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rick Ross, The Game, Sean Kingston - Colors lyrics]
Yah mon! JR! Sean Kingston yuh know
(Ross, And the doctor's advocate)
Beluga Heights! (Let's go)
Miami have colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors
(Californ-Ia)
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors
(All the way to Dade County)
My jewels have colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors
My people die over colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors
Check it! I'm the Bastard Of The Party
Shit start off off coke and bacardi
Bandanas tied around the dubs on the Ferarri
I'm the bloods to what Pac was to thugs
What Snoop is to crips
I'm the California king
Let it be known
I reign Supreme like Kenneth McGriff
Reincarnated put me in Queens and
Give me a strip
A couple red tops while the feds watchin
Infiltrate get a head shot Compton
Is the city of God
My block originators I said blood one
On a Dr. Dre track
Now the world is affiliated
Some authentic some niggas
Milli Vanilli bangers
Some get smoked others smoke chronic
Out of philly papers
Game time is really Jacob watches
Got them silly faces
Add red rubies to the dial
They 'gon really hate us
I inherited gang bangin from my mother
And what I didn't get from her
I picked up watchin colors
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors
My jewels have colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors
My people die over colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors
I'm from a world of
Different colors different faces
Different slang different races different
Gangs different places
Air Ones different laces
Different culture different livin different
Thugs different ages
The sky's blue the money's green
The weed is purple
The ice is white you try me
I'm a have to hurt you
Kingston boy I rep like no other
Black, yellow and green I
Bleed the Jamaican colors
The grill is cold the wheels is
Gold the chrome is silver
Nickel plated if it's blazin than
The chrome will kill ya
Certain dudes get one in the head
Certain places you wear certain
Colors you dead
Fi yuh gang bang yuh diss mi yuh a dead man
Cau gunshot a be like drum
Pan weh mi come from
And it's the same old story
We don't give a damn about
Your guts and glory
Miami have colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors
My jewels have colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors
My people die over colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors
Painted the car blue
That's for the sweat and blood
In my red tennis shoes fool
Cause the pain is love
I'm bout my green
(Green) So my sky's blue (Blue)
Purple and the strawberry philly up
In my five coupe
Yeah I'm in the yellow boss
They in the white gold
You might fold I'm platinum go
Ask them white hoes
I got black hoes slammin cadillac do's
Gettin cheese out a rat trap
Like I'm that close
Whippin keys in the back that's
How I stack dough
Waitin on that jack boys get him in his afro
These assholes must be gone
On that crack smoke
Try to cross the boss well let's
Front 'em what they ask for
Uh! I'm in the thangs, ten tennis chains
That's how I present it to ya you
Think I got 'em ten a thang
He green as spinach just
Another lame middle man
Standin in the street wavin my
Flag in the middle lane
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors
My jewels have colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors
My people die over colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors
(Ross, And the doctor's advocate)
Beluga Heights! (Let's go)
Miami have colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors
(Californ-Ia)
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors
(All the way to Dade County)
My jewels have colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors
My people die over colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors
Check it! I'm the Bastard Of The Party
Shit start off off coke and bacardi
Bandanas tied around the dubs on the Ferarri
I'm the bloods to what Pac was to thugs
What Snoop is to crips
I'm the California king
Let it be known
I reign Supreme like Kenneth McGriff
Reincarnated put me in Queens and
Give me a strip
A couple red tops while the feds watchin
Infiltrate get a head shot Compton
Is the city of God
My block originators I said blood one
On a Dr. Dre track
Now the world is affiliated
Some authentic some niggas
Milli Vanilli bangers
Some get smoked others smoke chronic
Out of philly papers
Game time is really Jacob watches
Got them silly faces
Add red rubies to the dial
They 'gon really hate us
I inherited gang bangin from my mother
And what I didn't get from her
I picked up watchin colors
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors
My jewels have colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors
My people die over colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors
I'm from a world of
Different colors different faces
Different slang different races different
Gangs different places
Air Ones different laces
Different culture different livin different
Thugs different ages
The sky's blue the money's green
The weed is purple
The ice is white you try me
I'm a have to hurt you
Kingston boy I rep like no other
Black, yellow and green I
Bleed the Jamaican colors
The grill is cold the wheels is
Gold the chrome is silver
Nickel plated if it's blazin than
The chrome will kill ya
Certain dudes get one in the head
Certain places you wear certain
Colors you dead
Fi yuh gang bang yuh diss mi yuh a dead man
Cau gunshot a be like drum
Pan weh mi come from
And it's the same old story
We don't give a damn about
Your guts and glory
Miami have colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors
My jewels have colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors
My people die over colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors
Painted the car blue
That's for the sweat and blood
In my red tennis shoes fool
Cause the pain is love
I'm bout my green
(Green) So my sky's blue (Blue)
Purple and the strawberry philly up
In my five coupe
Yeah I'm in the yellow boss
They in the white gold
You might fold I'm platinum go
Ask them white hoes
I got black hoes slammin cadillac do's
Gettin cheese out a rat trap
Like I'm that close
Whippin keys in the back that's
How I stack dough
Waitin on that jack boys get him in his afro
These assholes must be gone
On that crack smoke
Try to cross the boss well let's
Front 'em what they ask for
Uh! I'm in the thangs, ten tennis chains
That's how I present it to ya you
Think I got 'em ten a thang
He green as spinach just
Another lame middle man
Standin in the street wavin my
Flag in the middle lane
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors
My jewels have colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors
My people die over colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors