Yeah, man
Jr, Sean Kingston, enuh (Vybz Kartel)
Mr. Kardinall inna yuh area
Beluga Heights
See me a seh (let's go)

Miami have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (know it's)
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (representin')
See me a seh nuh, Sean Kingston
Mi jewels have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (real bad man)
My people die over colors, colors, colors, colors (yo, yo)
Colors, colors, colors (see me a seh, enuh, real bad man)
Ayy, Sean

Real gangster nah sell out never
Red (red), Bloods deh yah, blue (blue), Crips deh yah
(You a never) get gyal, make money by the hour
Red (red), power deh yah, green (green), shower deh yah
Dem green with envy when me roll di purple skunk
Inna di black Beamer, white leather, gold inna di trunk
Little punk, when you see me and the crew a roll through
Man will leff' you upon the ground and leave your girl feeling blue
From dem breach, yeah, grave reach ya, hot like yellow fever
Tell your friends, "Hasta la vista," pebbles big like eggs at Easter
Shirt red with bloodstain when me fall di slug rain
Me feature Gully creature and the war teacher Adijah
Badder than the Santa List, yeah, steppin' through your town
Inna mi Clarks, dark brown, some boy a part clown
Vybz Kartel from Portmore, Sean Kingston
When we step, boy get down, like Rays from that spectrum

Miami have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Mi jewels have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My people die over colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (Sean Kingston)

I'm from a world of different colors, different faces
Different slang, different races, different gangs, different places
Air Ones, different laces
Different culture, different living, different thugs, different ages
The sky's blue, the money's green, the w- is purple
The ice is white you try me I'ma have to hurt you
Kingston boy I rep like no other
Black, yellow and green, I bleed the Jamaican colors
The grill is cold, the wheels is gold, the chrome is silver
Nickel-plated, if it's blazing than the chrome will- ya
Certain dudes get one in the h-
Certain places you wear certain colors you dead
Fi a gang bang, you diss me you's a dead man
'Cause gunshot a beat like drum pan where me come from
And it's the same old story
We don't give a damn about your guts and glory

Miami have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Mi jewels have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My people die over colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

Kardinal (ayo)
Rudebwoy, let me show you wah gwan
When I bang that red or that blue that gone
We buss fi the red and the yellow and the green
And the red and the white, bwoy, see weh me mean
Man a T-Dot repper, hot stepper, go-getter, gal wetter
Huh? Me nuh hear nobody better now
Done know from the T-Dot O, ten grand and we on with the show
Yeah, yo, up North with the cold, where we deal with purest snow
And it'll freeze your face, pussyhole, you better know
My city don't take the grind lightly
We the screw face capital of the world, nines tuck inna she nightie (pam, pam)
But I ain't on that rah-rah, man a boss
I'm from T-Dot, you might get dub up if you floss
In the wrong part of town, in the wrong time of day
I got love inna mi heart but my- don't play
I don't waste time with soldiers, I convo with presidents
Look at my circle success is evident
Rappers run and hide when you hear me drop
But it ain't rainin' that's me spitting on the top over

Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (yeah)
Jamaica have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Mi jewels have colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My people die over colors, colors, colors, colors, colors

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Adidja Palmer, Jason Harrow, Jonathan Rotem, Kisean Anderson, Richard Jones, Sean Pompey, Tracey Glenn