Letras:
Jay Rock Colors

lock me away Give me a odd job in the pen for minimum pay Let me out so I can drive down criminal way Pushing the rock, nah this ain't no subliminal Jay

in the Chevy With no stash spot, when you in Compton ask coppers If that Aston Martin's the same color as grass hoppers I'm runnin the rock, not J, Dame

Aborigines, in Australia bump me They say underground fans are all the color of talcum But who the fuck you think buy 50 and Jay albums? Who the fuck

But I pay, and if I want I rock a different Yurr of J's E'rrday A different style, different color is a must But uh It's all good until I get my first

And that day I came and I tracked the beat and I got to meet Jay-Z and he said, "oh you a real soulful dude" [Jay-Z: "you a real soulful dude"]. And he

huh [Jay-Z] Check, Ghetto pro' federal Jay-Z shake the dice, let 'em go Bet a load I tear down every show Better know cheddar crowed like the front babe row Says R., Jay

, color of Willy Wonka You can be the king, but watch the queen conquer Okay, first thing's first: I'll eat your brains Then I'mma start rocking gold

something the kid, Jay or Puffy Ridin' Phantoms is nothing ain't that lifestyle lovely Ain't it true ya chain doin' exotic things (Yeah boii) Colorful

, I get, get up, I get down Who else you know been hot this long? Started from nothin' but he got this strong Picked the rock from a pebble, peddled rock