your color? (Whoa, what's your color?) What's your color, yeah? Hey, color (Whoa, what's your color?) What's your color? (Whoa, what's your color?) What's your color
Traduzione: Prince. Colore.
alles Wei?e weggeschmolzen doch folgt ein Grun ihm heut' nicht mehr ein boses Braun steht an der Tur und gibt die Farben nicht mehr her ein bisschen
(feat. Killarmy, Islord, P.R. Terrorist) [singer] Hmm.. oooh.. ooh.. Killa Beez.. Killarmy.. [9th Prince] Eh-yo A Soviet deep in Paris, Playboy rabbits
revolver's mine This revolver shines Irrational logic of the faltered kind This bum right here's the prince and the pauper combined This peasant rich spirited This prince
The skies and the future, the color is the same It's black: The land is in a swamp there is no way, Dark falls on homeland. That's it. The end is
Then the transistor left his hands And was floating in the mid-air Two feet off the ground As the prince laughed It suddenly turned around And it was light green phosphourous in color
In Candy Toys Playing Hard Talking Noise [Verse 2: Short Dog] Da Boy Country Like Overalls You Kno Dat Dawg Catch Me In A Slab Same Color As Bowling
s a private estate Helicopter pad for when I make them private escapes So when it's time to get that money nigga I'm never late I'm still the prince of
( Intro - Rasaq [Chamillionaire] ) [Big Diamond Rangs 3x] Yeah, Rasaq boy [Diamond-Diamond Rangs 2x] Color Changin' Click [Big Diamond Rangs 3x] Haters
U.T. Ray Stay throwed in the game, holdin' the grain (yeah) Ice and the white gold in my chain Raisin' the trunk and showin' my bang Hoes on the swangs while the doors color
was flying my woman cookin and burning wings My youngest niece asked her uncle tell me what murder means I said my voice to the microphone every verse should sting Not prince
with a boss for days and still no name, kellis chick ya shes kinda bossy, I never did time cause them years'll cost me new six ain't color of coffee and
see girls like you in them girlie books I'm losin my mind, but it's not lost yet I'd pay a thousand dollars just to see your silhouette Red is the rose's color
You'll be nursing a bloody nose Princess Wrecked We'll talk in our sleep But I wouldn't dare to sit too close I can't be your Prince Though your secrets
You'll find the cross only fits, When your hands and feet are nailed to it. "Can we get a picture with the pauper, And another with the prince?" Ma'am
