[Intro: Sean Kingston] (Rick Ross) (*The Game) Yah mon!!! JR!!! Sean Kingston yuh know (Ross!) (*And the doctor's advocate) Beluga Heights! (*Let's go)
[Chorus: Sean Kingston] (The Game) Miami have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (Californ-i-a) 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
[Verse 1: The Game] 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
[Chorus: Sean Kingston] 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
[Verse 2: Sean Kingston] 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
[Chorus: Sean Kingston] 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
[Verse 3: Rick Ross] 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
[Chorus: Sean Kingston] 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, colorsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
