nothing to me your drugs, I don?t need I lose my temper, think I?m gonna break break I say put down that shit and follow your own path I walked this line
means nothing to me your drugs, I don?t need I lose my temper, think I?m gonna break break I say put down that shit and follow your own path I walked this line
my peace of mind when you hear this song On and on and on and on it goes And with every passing day true colors show How can you ever sleep a wink
Van Dyke And steal a god damn bike from somebody's backyard And drop it off at the park that was the half way mark To meet Kim had to walk back to her
life is violent, but violent is life peace is a dream, reality is a knife my colors my honour my colors my all with my colors upon me one soldier stands
And I don't even need a G pass I'm pass that I'm passing em out now and you can't have that And my chain Toucan Sam That tropical colors you can't match
at? 600 whale, steel color, Brazil love us Y'all niggaz is fake - all y'all do is steal from us Remember this line, I'm that nigga word to my mother Slap
My life is violent, but violent is life Peace is a dream, reality is a knife My colors my honor my colors my all With my colors upon me one soldier stands
don't trip Stoned is the way of my walk In a mini-mack eleven, the tone when I talk When I spray, niggas pray, lay on the sidewalk Color blood red,
Van Dyke And steal a god damn bike from somebody's backyard And drop it off at the park that was the halfway mark To meet Kim had to walk back to her
Black, my family thick, like they're striped molasses Star, on the rise, in the eyes of the masses Black is the color of my true love's hair Star's are
dark man who holds the charts I arch my horizontal line to make a rainbow But it ain't the same though, yo The tried and true pros are chasing fool's
' at? Six hundred whale, steel color, Brazil love us Y'all niggaz is fake, all y'all do is steal from us Remember this line, I'm that nigga word to my
weep But satisfied I never can sleep I'll write her a letter, just a few short lines And suffer death ten thousand times Black is the color of my true
for trout Mix the Bass Ale with the Guiness Stout Fishing for a line inside my brain And looking out at the world through my window pane Every day has many colors
Z Xzibit, c'mon [Incomprehensible], it's true, we bang I got trouble rhymes to a death the troubled times A double nine incase niggas get out of line
cash, he fast And I don't even need a G pass I'm past that I'm passing ?em out now and you can't help that And my chain Toucan Sam that Tropical colors
O-U-T-L-A-W-Z, Boss Hogg Outlaw gangstas [Slim Thug] It's him Slim, T-H-U-G But it's true it's me, on your mother's T.V On your brother's c.d., on your
