Songtexte:
Color Fred The Get Out

road, tryin' to get that pot of gold Still out in the field, mobbin' with Sean and Smoke Nine times, nine to five, I'm troop servin' Nine, you bout tryin' to eat well, get

waste out yuh chance fi paint di town red, Cause when yuh buss it up, a fi mek Babylon fled Yuh have yuh owna mind and you nah quick fi follow Fred

I'm going out raw, Chainsaw and all like Bruce Cambell, Steppin' out the darkness with an army of creeps, Caffeine ain't allowin' Travis to get no sleep

haul me off and Put me up in that hearse remember this verse I did a song with Fred Durst, as far as the independent Underground rap scene, I was the first To get

I got hoes 'cause I'm so rich, nigga Never get played and laid by no trick, nigga They only speak 'cause a brother done peeped strong I muss my hair like Fred and get

like a bird Bust a u-turn, come back and get served nigga For the women, it don't matter how loud they blouse get But men, the wrong color outfit, could get

then I was taking the pictures but the exposure thing wasn't right and I was going to call Fred or Gerry to find out how to get it set but oh it was late

like a bird Bust a u-turn, come back and get served nigga For the women, it don't matter how loud they blouse get But men, the wrong color outfit, could get

then I was taking the pictures but the exposure thing wasn't right and I was going to call Fred or Gerry to find out how to get it set but oh it was late