Colors Lyrics - Sean Kingston

(Rick Ross) (*The Game) 

Yah mon!!! JR!!! Sean Kingston yuh know (Ross!) (*And the doctor's advocate) 

Beluga Heights! (*Let's go) 

(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 

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 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 

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 

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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 

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 ol' story 

We don't give a damn about your guts and glory 

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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 

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 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) 

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