Lyrics Colors - Cam Hayden

Colors! Colors!
Get ya colors right here
I got ya colors right here
I got black
I got brown
I got white
And the color that go wit the crown

1996 I have arrived
Buckle up its bout to be a ride

Excuse me sir
You gone have to get you some colors before you go out there
Which one you want now
I got ever color you need
Which one you wanna pick

Yeah ummm, give me the black one
You sure, that one come wit some
Nigga give me the black one damn
I got it

Disproportionately trapped in a cell
You do your time they bring you back like oh well
Freedom is funny nigga
The hood still sunny nigga
Damn you hate to see it black on black violence
Wish y′all would stop wylin',
Stockplilin′, gun violence
Martian had a dream it didn't come wit chasin' chains like new slaves
Voulez-vous
To stay up in this cycle of bias
You want people to respect our culture
Gotta treat it like that shit is agriculture
Share crop holders
Everybody eats let them multure
Just like grain we keep them cultured

Freedom is funny nigga
The hood still sunny nigga
Freedom is funny nigga
The hood still sunny nigga
The hood still

Colors, colors
Come get yo
Colors, colors
Come get yo
Colors, colors
Come get yo colors

Ay well there ya go I see you enjoyin′ that color you picked out for yourself
Yeah man I mean it come wit some bullshit but, I fuck wit it
Well that′s good to hear cause you ain't really have no choice
You could′ve picked white and you still would've come out as dark as you did
Ummm so you do that to everyone or
Oh yes sir, yes sir it′s some white boys down there very upset they ain't black
That′s... Thats fucked up
I mean would you really have chosen any different

Well
If I had to choose
I'd prolly still be a nigga
Might have to work a little hard to gain 6 figures
But, not the 6 pack
I could still kick raps
And the chicken come wit seasonin' how you feel bout that