Money Money, Make Money Money Money You Niggas Got It Twisted Man [Chorus:] I'm Like Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha You Niggas Make Me Laugh, C'mon If It Don't Make
like candles Rippin down posters, turnin' the channels You wanna end up on the ern on the mantle nigga, yea [Chorus] [Verse 3] I look at these brothers and laugh
what you have Bartender get the drank we just laugh He talkin bout an autograph You just wanna dance in you reckless path Close your eyes see colorful
I'll laugh about it (ohh someday) All that preciousness we had it (laugh about it) Could'ntit last like that I doubt it (ohh someday) Come on girl let's laugh about it (laugh
creates the better man The colors, the brothers, the key, the motherland This causes to assemble this blackman Red, Black and Green are the colors of
I see a red door and I want it painted black no colors anymore, I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have
my truck on 26's driving reckless Got a pound yep and on my way to texas yep im on there trowing up my set shit Spinnas with the color trim ho's breathless
is tender gave my hand a sister coy to Cotton Alley where you did enjoy your wicked games you curious boy tied my laces up together when I fell you laughed
TV show And I can grow Sometimes the hero takes me Sometimes I don't let go Hello, hello There's a picture book With colored photographs There's a comic strip That makes me laugh
I see a red door And I want it painted black No colors anymore I want them to turn black I see the girls walk by Dressed in their summer clothes I have
Leaving my faith on the danger line I do this for my family My daughter loves her daddy Too many talk down on things they don't know With colors never
at me And you'll see I'm for real I feel what only I can feel And if that don't appeal to you Let me know And I'll go 'Cuz I flow Better when my colors
Back to badge her skull again, push a bitch out the aston until I get the fuck outta dodge Shouldn't have to explain my metaphors?, color books that ain't colored
I'm looking at the candle, burns a flame to meet the sky. I leave the candle laughing, I turn my face to cry. A safety pin returns my smile, I nod a brief
no so long ago, When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a Southern door. This boy's dreadful tragedy I can still remember well, The color
girl you?re amazing Just the way you are Her lips, her lips I could kiss them all day if she?d let me Her laugh, her laugh She hates but I think its
lil' more for me bruh Yea.. {imitating the beat} This sound like Frankenstein's baby, yea {Verse One} Busta Rhymes! You know we live and in color (color
shit up you thinkin somethin must be wrong Set the high standards for corny niggaz to get the gong Bleach your ass blonde and black your color back to
