Lyrics Red & Blue (feat. Erika Hicks) - Robyn Hood feat. Erika Hicks

Aye
Wooooh
Don't care about being rich
But I'll die trying
I don't care about being rich
But I'll die trying
Don't care about being rich
But I'll die trying
I'm out here trying to live
But my people out here dying

In the black car when they speed through you
Windows all tinted never see through
The red and blue they come for you
Undercover man he going find you
You better watch your back when they roll by
Cause if you look wrong bullets will fly
The red and blue they come for you

Undercover man he going find you

You seeing them coming
You out running
You brown plus black
And they out here hunting
You heart strapped
AKA gunning

And they hate potential
So keep ya heart pumping

Looking out the back of the rear view
Don't really know what you going do
Slow up
Speed up
Just fall back
Pull up race up
Burn the track
Ahh
You see red and blue
Red and blue
Red and blue
You think
Are my papers straight
Did I pay the bill
What would Jesus do
Wait
Let me concentrate
Did I registrate
Is the due date due
I did bill pay
Automatic
Did it fall through
Naaah
I paid that debt
Allotted for that
Paid that check
They just didn't take it yet
I can place a bet
They just on my heels
Like I'm in the fields
But I'm dumb free
So for real
Cotton candy rain
Mary Jane
All good things are the same thang
So I breathe and I believe
Reach to achieve brainpower
Like Steve
But keep my wit and ease

Balanced chick
On that Trapeze
Robyn

In the black car when they speed through
Windows all tinted never see through
The red and blue they come for you
Undercover man he going find you

They said he tried to run
They said that what he wore fit a description
Pop pop pop goes the sound of the gun
Noone's safe stray bullet
New victim
Nooooooo
Now Over here
It's your own block
Where the babies got babies
And the heat don't stop
Where crime waves
Like ocean pop
And the air is tense
Like Little Rock
But we all brown
In the whole town
But black crime
Is a state of mind
So it's bloods or crypts
And the drama riffs
Got me going me fatal
Glenn Close my wrist

OOOhh
So what you going do
What you going do when they come for you
Goes the sound of the gun
No one's safe everybody's go to run

They in the black when they speed through you
Windows all tinted never see through
The red and blue they come for you
Undercover man he going find you