Kolors

Album cover art for "Kolors" by Goodie Mob

Goodie Mob - Rap, Southern Rap

Kolors

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Duration: 4:30

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[Verse 1: Gipp] Photographs are like mirrors They can hold a body for a moment I grew up on four corners But jumped in in a circle $100 grand on a fuck nigga head Cut his body into pizza, watched the cheese spread Had to move out of touch from niggas fingers You know how your friends are They'll eat your whole box of Pringles Leave crumbs in the backseat of the car Walk past you in a crowded room You conceited bastard, you I don't talk when I ride, that's what the feet for Ain't no pressure when you see me, that's what the heat for Lucille Ball on the seashore Expecting more out of niggas Tell me the truth Tell me how it really go You don't have to say it no more You on that different type of shit That extraordinary shit That shit that I don't understand But I ain't gon' say it no more Kolors [Verse 2: Cee-Lo] You see black and white is the color of business And now my dress shoes are dirty and discolored from going the distance But for the right dollar sign, I do a white color crime 'Cause I don't need cash, I don't need credit Now there I've said it, yay And I spell kolors with a K But although my outfit is a flamer I'm not a banger, I'm simply dressed in disclaimer To save the life of a stranger Uh, poor thing, you didn't know that you were in danger So now that you understand why I can't be understated Why this collaboration has to be completely kolor coordinated 'Cause when you see a fin flag fall, that's all it took Didn't see the face of who did it, but the kolor was so vivid Then you feel it, you owe it, then get quoted Go out and catch it and kill it and vow to never forget it It's a prison, not a paradise to pass through and visit Capitol Road and Carson and Compton are completely committed And if you live it, you better love it Because they will push the line in public Can't be bangin' on a budget You sweet banging on the subject Where I'm from the red lights mean go Two more teenagers in white tee's mean blow And wherever you go, no means no And I gotta speed up for you to be like, "Oh, he ain't slow" And now somebody else dead, because, yo, he ain't know Well so he ain't low [Verse 3: T-Mo] I was born in the red states Where pale face contemplate Every single day Oh, how to keep colored folk in their place? Suspended animation Like a black bear hibernatin' Vital functions near death While the world awaits, I'm awakening That was me in solidarity Solitary bandana Eating, fishing bricks Representing that southwest Atlanta I stay ' upset My whole team bleeds My Hawks, Falcons, Bulldogs What more proof do you need? Soundtrack number one America's dying slowly We sacrifice blood 'Cause we different hemoglobin The quest for green got you irate Yellow stripes down your back But once you travel that road It ain't no turning back Kolors [Verse 4: Khujo] Music is kolor, a range of hues B.B. King sang the blues Shades and tones and sonic odes Instruments play the sounds infused Melodic harmonies to a gangsta tune The base goes boom to fill the room Everything is black in the Cadillac Symbolizin' power when the roof will shake Hit the red line, it's an earthquake Through quiet times with the rhymes of a force Who can open your mind and lay it down At the same time, come from behind On your TV screen right before your eyes You're hypnotized in a beautiful way Watch the flowers bloom, it's lovely day It's a mix show, you can have it your way Till the trumpets play and the DJs break It's a quiet storm right in front of your face Hear the record spin, my saving grace And the music been staying in my place In the rat race, I'm a basket case With no tools in the air, no time to waste No time to waste Kolors

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Credits

Writers
  • T-Mo
  • Cameron Gipp
  • CeeLo Green
  • Khujo Goodie
  • Malay
  • Kawan Prather