More Colors

[Verse 1]

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

[Hook]

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

[Verse 2]

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

[Hook]

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

[Verse 3]

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

[Verse 4]

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

Colors