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Color of the Streets 1 by Ray

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Color of the Streets 1

G-Funk,both vocals

0:002:32
Lyrics
Description
(hook)
We ridin’ clean through the O-S-A-K-A,
LIVIN’ COLOR, homie, we don’t play.
Plaque in the back with the bass on blast,
Slow rollin’ — yeah we built to last.
White T’s, clean kicks, kush in the wind,
Rollin’ with my dawgs, from now ‘til the end.
We ain’t the same, we legends in chrome,
LIVIN’ COLOR — takin’ over the zone.
(verse 1)
Yeah, I pulled up slow in a '6-3 Chevy,
Chrome so heavy, had the whole block ready.
Used to wild out, now we wiser with age,
Put the past in the trunk, let the wheels turn the page.
Homies at Fons Auto, posted up chillin’,
Smoke in the air, carne asada grillin’.
We flipped the script, no more stressin’ the law,
Now it’s peace, love, and them custom cars.
From Kobe to Osaka, yeah we regulate,
You can feel the bounce when we glide the plates.
Stayin’ true to the roots, that’s how we shine,
G-funk in Japan, that West Coast line.
(hook)
We ridin’ clean through the O-S-A-K-A,
LIVIN’ COLOR, homie, we don’t play.
Plaque in the back with the bass on blast,
Slow rollin’ — yeah we built to last.
(verse 2)
S-N-double O-P, from the LBC,
Now I’m cruisin’ through Japan with the L.C.C.
Lowrider dreams, white walls and beams,
Hydros poppin’ like movie scenes.
Rollin’ with some G’s that know the code,
Candy paint drippin’ like the story’s told.
OG Kush and the moon on blast,
Ain’t nothin’ like chillin’ when the moment last.
Club cap on, got the fit just right,
Gold chain swingin' in the neon light.
Respect to the fam keepin’ culture alive,
From LA to Osaka — we worldwide.
(hook / outro)
So if you see us rollin’, better know the name,
LIVIN’ COLOR in the lane of fame.
Built from the struggle, shined through the pain,
Lowrider legacy ridin’ in the rain.
Fresh white T’s, and them Cortez lace,
Slow and low, homie — that’s our pace.
G’s recognize when the real ones speak,
It’s the color of the streets — L-I-V-I-N C.
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