[Intro Sample Wyclef Jean] Bling, bling! Whos that with Supercat Third Eye!, Third Eye! Yes black, where all my troopers at Uptown!, Uptown! Yo, lets get back to the hardcore right now Underground hiphop yo Sample from Patricia Carlis song Demain tu te maries arrte, arrte, ne me touche pas This ones a gangsta tune, whassup Fosha? Ima send this one out to all the refugee gangs around the world Signal, signal, yall need to chill with the drivebys [PreChorus Wyclef Jean] It was the Fourth of July, I heard the cherry bomb bang Stay in the house, thats the sound of the gangs, Clef By the time we figured out what happened I was in an ambulance tellin my cousin, Keep breathing [Chorus Wyclef Jean Small World] Dont wear your colors here, thats cemetery gear I got my gun and nine, killings my appetite But that aint right yall Dont wear your colors here, thats cemetery gear California, California I got my gun and nine From Hollywood to your neck of the hood [Verse 1 Wyclef Jean] True, true, yo Hollywood got a lot of kids twisted Jumpin in and out of limos thinkin is his ass really gifted The only gift yall possess is workin with the triple sixs Yall disguise yourself with bandanas and diamond necklaces Mosta yall cant even go back to the hood where yall grew up Actin like yall drink alcohol when all yall do is throw up Talk about when yall blow up yall gonna visit the project floors But the last time they saw yall was 1984 Now yall wonder, why they got on hoodies screamin freeze Get out the navigator, Godfather III in the DVD They hop in, they take your car for a spin Its cold outside so all you feel is the wind Theres no celly phone, so you cant phone home Oh lord, here come those criminals Maleek Jerome Yo, who you know here, you got family over here? He a rap artist I dont care, he got the wrong colors over here, no fear Now you look shook like that Mobb Deep song Im surprised, cause on all yall records you was Al Capone And come to find out that you never held a chrome And you escaped the draft and never bust a shot in Vietnam Now you standin in the form amongst the children of the corn Like the Son of Man stood with a crown made of thorns The only difference is for you therell be no resurrection Cause its a traffic jam, they got you locked up in a intersection [Chorus Wyclef Jean Small World] Dont wear your colors here, thats cemetery gear I got my gun and nine, killings my appetite But that aint right yall Dont wear your colors here Colors, thats cemetery gear Chicago, Chicago I got my gun and nine From Hollywood to your neck of the hood [Verse 2 Small World] Yo, Hollywood has halfman be hollow to you How could you have slipped through While I was detecting the trick thats in you Pretending you pitbull, when really your candyass is poodle We wouldntve hit you, hammers have already been Cocked and cleaned, yo, it was who? Its clickup, clickup, north cackus, commence to stick up Thats whats within us, cack and lack, clap, buck killers quicker Stick up the forest misters then head up to chickens with em Adrenalines givin, when I riff with the fifth to your chinin You never knew bout how we play these innings But you about to play the commission Waves are spinning, Im out the glaze Im sh...ing The real is missing but the fraud is evident Ever so clear, but you got the nerd to come around here with pounds of fear Your colors wrong you must rock edible dons with that huh? Damn Paul, whats that? Lemme get that, with the quick snatch If its a little man in you then I better put the trick back And if its anything killers is fearing, I know my clit stacked for realer [Chorus Wyclef Jean Small World] Dont wear your colors here, thats cemetery gear I got my gun and nine, killings my appetite But that aint right yall Dont wear your colors here, thats cemetery gear Detroit, Detroit I got my gun and nine From Hollywood to your neck of the hood [Outro Wyclef Jean] Tell the FBI that I wont be home tonight Tell the Secret Service I wont be home tonight Colors Put away your colors Whoa, colors
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