Tight rope walking ain't that hard After slamming back a few You're laughing now but it ain't that funny When we get through with you Tell me, we're
car stereos He said the spot was sleep, he cased the joint a week 3 a.m. on the dot inside we creep Got Alpines, Fishes, JVC's, Motorola Phones, Sony Color
Syndicate's throwin' that crazy dick Punk motherfuckers run up you'll get done up We'll have your ass gunned up before sun up So what's the color I'
known and respect as creator of the crime rhyme But my lyrics are deeper Because I'm the one that makes you think before make a move I wrote 'Pusher', 'High rollers', and 'Colors
him, could she see him? All aglow was his room dazed in this light He would touch her, he would hold her Laughing as they danced Highest colors touching
He tells me about his night And I count the colors in his eyes He'll never fall in love he swears As he runs his fingers through his hair I'm laughing
eyes leap and scratch at all that they can touch or catch hidden deep within his pocket safe within his silent socket he holds his colored crayon. Now
in both my shoes In my coat of many colors I hurried off to school Just to find the others laughing and making fun of me In my coat of many colors my
[Keri:] Baby I'm a Million (Million) [Trina:] Ayo Diddy [Diddy:] Ayo Trina, I need a million dollar girl [Trina:] (laughs) [Diddy:] I gotchu.. [Trina
Walking by the riverside The colors change, the seasons have turned white Reflecting the way I feel about you But you don't know 'cause I ain't by your
If I look hard enough into the settin' sun My love will laugh with me before the mornin' comes I see a red door and I want it painted black No colors
Say, do you remember that guy Larry next door Well, he always was the neighborhood clown Like the time he pulled my pants off And he took those color
police, comin' straight from the underground. A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown and not the other color. Some police think they have the authority
the police, comin' straight from the underground. A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown and not the other color. Some police think they have the
your kids blessed You think that I sweat money the way that the kid dress Show them I get checks just look at the wrist (Yes!) My jewels the color of
144,000 gon get home Only 144,000 gon get it, baby I've lived and I've learned I have taken and I've earned I have laughed, I've cried I have failed
pop one of these) Leaned out, chasin' my N's All these hoes keep chasin' my friends Is all good, I stared through the lens Kick back and just laugh while
