time ma [Outro: Laws & Calvin Harris] Get some colors on, we can crush but you gotta get some colors on You heart body, go and get your colors on Get
ma [Outro: Laws & Calvin Harris] Get some colors on, we can crush but you gotta get some colors on You heart body, go and get your colors on Get some
black & white But I make love in colors Ooh girl, you're body's so tight I wanna make you my lover I dream in black & white But I make love in colors
that horse's key And I'm 17 or 23, or bringing home my first baby Like dad did when the 65 was three, yeah She's been four colors We've broken forty laws
out Crack blood devil house, gat slugs, here's your addict Pushers of conceited habits, took us, look and seen me mad it Cash laws, blast hog, gas talk
's apparent, tell no shame in here Everybody know the game in here Know you playin in here, what you sayin in here You're playin here Special effects make most of your average rappers with pastel colors
For them boys on my back wit them bugs by my bed They still thinkin' that we coppin' sellin raw Tryin' to put us through them Rico and them Rockefeller' laws
I'm just, I'm just a picture a picture in a frame I paint word pictures on the canvas of life But I don't control the colors It's nothin' like it Yo,
wit out gettin' touched Two for one, laws made foul how they do the young Whose new to come, tried to tell shorty he shoulda threw the gun {Black is the color
, who you thought it was? Don't be fuckin' wit my Uncle 'Cuz one does up dick, the pen in my streets go one way I kill 'em 'In Living Color' on 'Any Given
All Gravy Tre" I spit tha (?) from tha job My nigga Baby and them law Tha block controller just seen it all From white to brown and yellow (Beyotch) Pineapple y'all Leaky brown color
It seems like every time I stop and turn around Something else has just hit the ground Broken colors, broken saws Broken buckles, broken laws Broken
's cry out in the sky We're all slaves to time No color's right Throw our hate into the fire Martin Luther Brought the truth The color of our blood'
It's not the way you look, no no It's not the way you walk Your eyes are so very good You know they're clear and bright It's not the color of your hair
the newspapers about somebody who has shot somebody else, under the impression that he was a deer with a red hat perhaps, A large flesh-colored squirrel
Racism is as American as apple pie And if one black man dies who's gonna cry? Smashed and handcuffed and beaten to death One colored boy to deal with
on the life game Many men want to find the meanin' To the colorful palette of everyday scenarios Touch of a button, violate nature's laws Big bad claws
