[Chorus: Sean Kingston] (The Game) Miami have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (Californ-i-a) Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (All the way to Dade County) My jewels have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors My people die over colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
[Verse 1: The Game] Check it! I´m the Bastard Of The Party, s*** start off off coke and bacardi Bandanas tied around the dubs on the Ferarri I´m the bloods to what Pac was to thugs What Snoop is to crips I´m the California king Let it be known, I reign Supreme like Kenneth McGriff
Reincarnated put me in Queens and give me a strip A couple red tops while the feds watchin Infiltrate get a head shot Compton is the city of God My block originators I said blood one on a Dr. Dre track Now the world is affiliated Some authentic some n****s Milli Vanilli bangers Some get smoked others smoke chronic out of philly papers Game time is really Jacob watches got them silly faces Add red rubies to the dial they ´gon really hate us I inherited gang bangin from my mother And what I didn´t get from her I picked up watchin colors
[Sean Kingston] Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors My jewels have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors My people die over colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
[Vean Kingston] I´m from a world of different colors different faces Different slang different races different gangs different places Air Ones different laces Different culture different livin different thugs different ages The sky´s blue the money´s green the weed is purple
The ice is white you try me I´m a have to hurt you Kingston boy I rep like no other Black, yellow and green I bleed the Jamaican colors The grill is cold the wheels is gold the chrome is silver Nickel plated if it´s blazin than the chrome will kill ya Certain dudes get one in the head Certain places you wear certain colors you dead Fi yuh gang bang yuh diss mi yuh a dead man Cau gunshot a be like drum pan weh mi come from And it´s the same old story We don´t give a damn about your guts and glory
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors My jewels have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors My people die over colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
[Rick Ross] Painted the car blue, that´s for the sweat and blood In my red tennis shoes fool cause the pain is love I´m bout my green (Green) So my sky´s blue (Blue) Purple and the strawberry philly up in my five coupe Yeah I´m in the yellow boss, they in the white gold You might fold I´m platinum go ask them white hoes
I got black hoes slammin cadillac do´s Gettin cheese out a rat trap like I´m that close Whippin keys in the back that´s how I stack dough Waitin on that jack boys get him in his afro These a**holes must be gone on that crack smoke Try to cross the boss well let´s front ´em what they ask for Uh! I´m in the thangs, ten tennis chains That´s how I present it to ya you think I got ´em ten a thang He green as spinach just another lame middle man Standin in the street wavin my flag in the middle lane