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Verse 1
Em
(Rick Ross) (*The Game)
Yah mon!!! JR!!! Sean Kingston yuh know
(Ross!) (*And the doctor's advocate)
Beluga Heights! (*Let's go)
Verse 2
Em
(The Game) Miami have
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colors, colors, colors, colors,
colors (Californ- i- a)
Em
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors,
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Em
colors (All the way to Dade County)
My jewels have colors, colors,
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colors, colors, colors
Em
My people die over colors, colors,
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Em
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colors, colors, colors
Em
Check it! I'm the
Verse 3
Bastard Of The Party,
shit start off off coke and bacardi
Bandanas tied around the dubs
on the Ferarri
I'm to 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
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Now the world is affiliated
Em
Some authentic some niggas
Milli Vanilli bangers
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Em
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
Verse 4
Em
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Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Em
Jamaica have colors, colors,
colors, colors, colors
My jewels have colors, colors,
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colors, colors, colors
Em
My people die over colors, colors,
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Em
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colors, colors, colors
Verse 5
Em
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
Verse 6
Em
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
F
Em
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 ol' story
We don't give a damn about
your guts and glory
Verse 7
Em
Miami have colors, colors,
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colors, colors, colors
Em
Jamaica have colors, colors,
F
Em
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colors, colors, colors
Em
My jewels have colors, colors,
F
colors, colors, colors
Em
My people die over colors,
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colors, colors, colors, colors
Em
F
Em
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Verse 8
Em
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
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You might fold I'm platinum
Em
go ask them white hoes
I got black hoes slammin cadillac do's
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Em
Gettin cheese out a rat trap
like I'm that close
Whippin keys in the back that's
how I stacks 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(BOSS)
Verse 9
Em
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Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Em
Jamaica have colors, colors,
F
Em
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colors, colors, colors
Em
My jewels have colors, colors,
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colors, colors, colors
Em
My people die over colors, colors,
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Em
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Em
colors, colors, colors
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