Elzhi - More Colors lyrics

[Verse 1] George Bush sending boys to war what is he color blind And where I stay he don't see the sky grey I'm in the middle with guys green Earth chilling right For mothers feeling blue ‘coz they kids dealing white For their brown paper bag money from the head junkies They wanna rock purple labels and red monkeys A mind full of color schemes in their head planned it To them boys in blue catch 'em red handed Pat em down spread their legs put their blackjack All in their baggy jeans to find bags of green Could be the dread type sippin' on a Red Stripe And shorty acting wild puffin' on a Black & Mild It's true they shoot n***as through Yellow Pages Move yay pounds on greyhounds out of the blue blue From Mac and Grey Plymouth and Greenfield Yellow tapes surrounded bodies on the scene k**ed [Hook] It's the colors colors The red white and blue The white runs the house The red fight the blue Over colors colors Rarely seen by the others inside of the spectrum Which story will I select from [Verse 2] You never know who it might be To have you dropped on the black top Leaking red through your white tee Behind my backyard they pushin' them packs hard The crack just to get a black card And really should invest in a vest Lead-proof skin the thug got a slug in his chest At the ? Down the horror from this dude getting head truth chin By this a high yellow red bone with the spread tooth grin Looking like Pink singer she can pose for Black Tail A lost black girl in a world of black male And white collar crime done on the sneak tip Different from blue collar workers catching a pink slip Not earning one red cent now what's a fella to do To make green by mixing yellow and blue Hustle hard hold the tool Try to stay low-key as a kilo of coke That's the golden rule [Hook] It's the colors colors The red white and blue The white runs the house The red fight the blue Over colours colours Rarely seen by the others inside of the spectrum Which story will I select from [Verse 3] It's too ill when the blue steel do peel And shift a lead in the direction of the infrared Been lookin' up to ballers opposite of Shaq size Back when we got blue balls and caught black eyes I think it's quite foul must've been Grey Goose And orange juice twist a white widow in a White Owl 'Coz in the same town pimps putting game down Their Caddies on white walls bumping James Brown Al Green and Bobby Blue Band Stories printed in black and white And papers of probably news stands that reads A n***as found dead lying in old piss A victim of a drive-by, they even k**ed his goldfish Hustlers with the BlackBerry and Bluetooth They blow purples inside of old school with the new roofs Go from painting the town red beneath the night skies You going to trial telling little white lies Was piss poor though his parents would try To provide him with silver spoons for this American Pie [Verse 4] Damn, it's f**ed up how they found Ton' Was robbed for his gold chain in front of his brown stone With concussion split to the white meat They even took his kicks like percussion That you fit to the right beat (beat) Another black on black cause it's lynch fly That's what I heard, word get around like the pink eye Watch out when your enemies sneak by Wish I could pour a white out On these lines before the ink dry Its n***as dead from fighting over a breadcrumb Feet and head numb from a murder we call it red rum They say that every black cloud has a silver lining And if it's true gon' see it once in a blue moon I was told by old n***as that hold figures Beware of clowns, hoes and brown nose and gold diggers So keep the grip between the hips of your blue jeans Which means the clips and black steel is where you stack bills Colors