C.O.L.O.U.R.S.

[Intro: Fonzworth Bentley] Cool Outrageous Lovers of Uniquely Raw Style This is what we call, the movin' sidewalk Let's see. What am I gon' wear today? Movin' sidewalk, movin'-movin' sidewalk This is what we call, the movin' sidewalk Gimme them Cedar gloves Movin' sidewalk, movin'-movin' sidewalk I'm goin' into my cashmere closet This is what we call, the movin' sidewalk I got mo' cashmere than y'all Movin' sidewalk, movin'-movin' sidewalk Where my trousers? This is what we call, the movin' sidewalk Cream, brown, and 3-inch cuffs Movin' sidewalk, movin'-movin' sidewalk Where my sneakers? I don't wear sneakers, I wear slippers [Verse 1: Fonzworth Bentley] The rumor, of me in the Isuzu Trooper, fooled ya! It was a Porsche, a super-duper Charger, it wasn't Bankhead; it was Boulevardin' Wasn't Shawty, it was comedian, naughty— Uh-uh, that wasn't my car; I was walkin' in velvet slippers Know you're talkin', but before you do, you need to know That that's the type of brother got a castle with a cognac river For a moat— I'll tell you what floats my boat Purple silk linin' in all of my coats What you want? You want cashmere in the winter? Really wanna know my worth? Wanna know my splendor? Before I deliver, gonna warn you: may offend you Tesh-and-Kina this thang, while you just a Simba Watch the beak on this penguin—his raps are sicker I can weave in this lane, halogens'll flicker Foreign somethin' sittin' in the back with drivin' gloves and wavin', lazy [Hook: Fonzworth Bentley] We gon' paint the town tonight They gon' faint and fall in line (yeah!) Faded cause we're out of sight Cool Outrageous Lovers Of Uniquely Raw Style We gon' paint the town tonight They gon' faint and fall in line (yeah!) Faded cause we're out of sight Cool Outrageous Lovers Of Uniquely Raw Style [Verse 2: Pimp C] Pimp mode (Pimp mode), meat good like pie à la mode (Ugh) On parole, still keep me a calico ('Co) Never them gym clothes, cut Hilfiger ('Figer) Polo horses on my bed, pillow and spread That girl want a wild bull between her legs ('Tween her legs) Too much game for them squares and them lames (Them lames) I'm in a wet car (Car), candy thang (Thang) Cologne smell good, taste like a candy-cane (Ugh) Lane to lane (Lane), brain to brain (Brain) I wrecked the Spur (Spur), it really ain't no thang (Ugh) I'm in red, brand-new, hoggin' the game (Game) I got the Phantom, car's tuned true, just bought a Range (Range) At press time, hadn't dropped the album yet (Ugh) Chinese girls love me long time on the G4 jet (Jet, ugh, ugh) Ugh, you hear that noise in my closet? (Closet) That's the gator tryna talk to this chinchilla tryna touch the ostrich [Hook: Fonzworth Bentley] We gon' paint the town tonight They gon' faint and fall in line (yeah!) Faded cause we're out of sight Cool Outrageous Lovers Of Uniquely Raw Style We gon' paint the town tonight They gon' faint and fall in line (yeah!) Faded cause we're out of sight Cool Outrageous Lovers Of Uniquely Raw Style [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Um— Microphone check, twelve, or just one-two (Yeah) I am me— Who are— Fuck you! And I'm one too high, you should look up to me My French girls love it when we smoke the ooh-wee (Translate!) Um bellan France adore when we smoke the ooh-wee (Haha) I do me; she feel me comin' like new teeth (Ow) Ugh, I got paper like loose-leaf (Shh) Come over here and maybe you can get a few sheets (Hmhm) My body's unique, like the Sistine Chapel (Yeah) Fresh, like six green apples (Yeah) I should cut myself to see if my blood's red (Ugh) Baby, I brainstorm—call me "Floodhead" Married to the money And if she leaves me, bury me, money (Hm) And when you're not good, then your arrogance is funny (Hey) And when you're really rich, then asparagus is yummy Weezy *Ffff* Baby [Outro] C-O-L-O-U-R-S What's that spell? Cool Outrageous Lovers Of Uniquely Raw Style C-O-L-O-U-R-S What's that spell? Cool Outrageous Lovers Of Uniquely Raw Style