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Colors (Mad Mellow remix)

[Chorus]

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, colorsReal gangster nah sell out never

Red (RED) Bloods they ya Blue (blue) Crips they ya

Yuh a never get gal make money by the hour

Red (RED) Power they ya Green (green) Shower they ya

Them green with envy when mi roll mi purple skunkIn the black beamer white leather gold in the trunk

Little punk when you see me and the crew a roll through

Man will lift you upon the ground and leave your girl feeling blue

From them breed the grave reach you, ham like yellow feverTell your friends hasta la vista pebbles big like eggs from easter

Shirt red with bloodstain when it falls the slug rain

We feature gully creature and the war teacher Adijah

Badder than the signs of leisure yeah step in through your town

In the clarks, dark brown some boy a part clown

Vybz Kartel from Portmore Sean Kingston

When mi step boy get down, like rays from di spectrum[Chorus]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 living different thugs different agesThe 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 colorsThe grill is cold the wheels is gold the chrome is silver

Nickel plated if it's blazing than the chrome will kill ya

Certain dudes get one in the head

Certain places you wear certain colors you deadFor you gang bang you diss mi you a dead man

Cause gunshot a be like drum pan where me come from

And it's the same old story

We don't give a damn about your guts and glory[Chorus]Kardinal

Rudebwoy let mi show you what going me now bang that red or blue that gone

Me buss fi the red and the yellow and the green

Nuh the red and the white you see what I meanMan a T dot repper hot stepper go getter gal wetter

Mi no hear nobody better now

Dun know from the T dot O, ten grand and we on to di show

Yayo what more to the coldWhat we deal with pure as snow

And it will freeze your face pussyhole you better know

My city don't take the grind lightly

We the screw face capital of the world nines tuck inna she nighty (Pom pom!)But I ain't on that rah rah man a boss

I'm from T dot you might get dub up if you floss

In the wrong part of town, in the wrong time of day

I got love in me heart but my niggas don't playI don't waste time with soldiers I convo with presidents

Look at my circle niggas success is evident

Rappers run and hide when they hear me drop

But they ain't rainin nigga that's me spitting on the top over colors[Chorus]

Songwriters

JONES, RICHARD / ROTEM, JONATHAN / ANDERSON, KISEAN / GLENN CHARLES, ANDRE / MARROW, TRACY / PALMER, ADIDJA / POMPEY, SEAN / HARROW, JASONPublished by

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