Lyrics:
Come get a Bud heavy, Busch Light
Kill a cold Miller, Blue Moon, Red Stripe
Naturday, it don't matter to me
'Cause don't nothing taste better than
enuh, real bad man)
Ayy, Sean
Real gangster nah sell out never
Red (red), Bloods deh yah, blue (blue), Crips deh yah
(You a never) get gyal, make
you let these D boys move out your house
We ran open, red hook, we can't use that to cook
Mykill from Averfeild with a murderous look
Leave you shook
City up, red light blue light, city up
I mind my business I don't walk around out of touch
I mind my business I don't really make no fuss
I mind my
on the porch Alan Wilson by his side
Mike Bloomfield Howlin' Wolf, blues sets your soul on fire
Red on blues, the sunshine of love
Red on blues face the highway
tracks man I can't lie
This is all I could ever want (All I ever want)
Friends beside me they're lifting me up (Lifting me up)
BLUE, RED, GOLD (Yeah)
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm
And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands
Beyond, red roofs about a narrow wharf
In cluster then
abandoned us a year and a half prior
My little blue-eyed girl barely spoke and was still wearing diapers
A long process of specialist appointments that would
caught me some cases, then beat it, then raced it (hey)
Seen they was hatin', no communication
No invitation, cut off circulation (no)
Blue or the red
gourmet meal cookin' to givin' Daddy some head
All her bottoms is red, niggas draped in blue
Never broke a stare, she make it do what it do
Welcome to my
down a plane
Infa-Red's my name but fuck all that
Fall back and witness how the streets made me the grimiest nigga alive
I sell you a fake pie, shoot
the house she was not around
I finally found her note it red this is goodbye to you
And that's the last town I painted and I painted it blue
Now that I have
a beat by Pharris at them country club parties
We'd be hot as hell and House studs would yell "Aight, now money!"
Sauers I would go there, hip-hop clubs
food
Red pill, blue one
I've got to choose one
red pill, blue one
I've got to choose one
Red pill blue one, I've got to choose one
What if i choose
I'm not the typical type
There's a stop on the road
And not on the way to your house
In the blue, anxious, nauseous
A bit too young but precautious
to the side, still refusing to relinquish my plantation house
I'm Booker T. Washington in a red, pinstriped double-breasted suit with red silk socks and a pair
I'm sprintin
Feeling blue
But red is what I'm reppin
Don't you see
We just surrounded by giants
Don't call yourself a fuckin g
If you scared they will
I got the beach house beach house the beach house blues
I sit on my dock with nothin' do to
The boats pass by and the clouds do too
'Cause my girl is
You my Axl Rose husband blue hydrangea
White Pontiac heaven
Me, your red, white and blue girl
Star-Spangled danger
You my heavy metal king, king
I
Making money onna road
Stackin up
Every destination
So much blue bands
They can't fold
But my eyes red
I been blazing
I can't lose
Blue eyes white
Why so sad?
Walking around with them blue faces
She said I'm down on my luck
And it's something I gotta have
Blue faces
I hit the bank today
Please read the note I left you
Every letter hits true
In a world where the blood runs more than red
I look toward the end
Face facts, I'm blue
Aye
stepping out
Stack till I get it right
Red state, blue state, politics bang
The day is new, same shit, different game
Been running in to tunnel vision
Maybe
they'll continue to smite
That's why they call it getting high
Stoned like Jesus on the cross
Blue skin, golden cup
Red carpet, roll me up
I will not fail
I
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