Red & Gold lyrics

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Yeah, grown up thug sh*t
I fell in love with crime at a young age, I was into dark sh*t
So much pain, I didn't fear anything
Destined to be a king, word to everything
The infamous little n*gga from the Island
Hempstead get dough and get violent
Shout out to Terrace, Park Side
The shacks in Martin Luther King Drive
Dusty little hood n*ggas love my raps
They identify with me, they can relate to that
Big gin gallon, little black strap
Put you to sleep real quick, little cat nap
You wake up in a few months, now how that happen?
Dummy motherf*cker got his dome wrapped-ed

[Verse 2: Blu]
Damn, it was a wrap with the window cracked
The jakes thought it was the crack in the 'Lac, he had the sister crack
Was on my D and let the sisters pass
Was on my G, the Capri 83s with the mirror match
Uh, I never bang Crip 'til I hang with Crips
You lucky, I ain't had a eight on my hip
You seen days when you seen K's, was on gauge
Thinking I ain't seen a gauge, turned the gauge to the ink pen
88, she sat on the plates
Told her I was 83, bagged the whole race
Gold chains on my chest, you need a vest just to be the best
I'm from the West where the realest rest, and the sun sets
The sun woke up to the bump with the blunt wet
Thirty minutes after the hour, for the ones fetched
It was a Sunday when I did the album
And got my first Jesus piece from my uncle Calvin
Cause I'm a G
[Hook]
And if you wanna see the best of me
All you gotta do is test me
If I kept bringin' her home, ha
Tell you wanna I'm gonna do, then I'll leave it alone
Ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
Come on back to me, girl
Yeah, heh, heh, ohh, huh, huh

[Verse 3: Mitchy Slick]
Only here by the grace of Jah, jumped out and [?]
Where each time bad b*tch chase the car
Mandatory too far for a drive-by in the Golden State
And I was clocking away every day like it was just for play
Product of the government's foul play, a 80s kid
And it was twice the trip cause back then, it was mainly Crips
We're fashionably Su-Woop-in' with a caut-y of conscience
Impressionably my eyes wide through the nonsense
Switch hit no homo, lil n*gga wanted nothing more
Than to come home with a trophy after winning the car show
Not too many managed to avoid the gathletes
But it's no deterring once a young lad turned savage
Hoop dreams turn to coupe dreams, cause on the average
Once he 14, he Damu and grabs him a package

[Verse 4: Phil Da Agony]
He starts screaming, grab a pitchfork, stab a devil demon
I seen him, pro-activist promethazine leaning
Dreaming with the sun out, death threats, I pull my gun out
Your best bet is to run out
What you talkin' 'bout? I air 'em out like tires
Apply pressure with a pair of pliers, sing 'em like Jeremiah
Esquire swagging in a G-wagon, bragging 'bout
Toe-tagging, blowing fire out a dragon mouth
Down south or back east, they say out West, you a beast
Call me in the morning take two of these
Blue and greens, by any means
You a fiend, shoot him up with music like New Orleans
Talking that patois, Mardi Gras, hardy har
You don't go nowhere without your bodyguard, Gang Starr
Party hard, started off on Crescent Heights boulevard, finished it
All my n*ggas guilty slash innocent
[Hook]
And if you wanna see the best of me
All you gotta do is test me
If I kept bringin' her home, ha
Tell you wanna I'm gonna do, then I'll leave it alone
Ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo
Come on back to me, girl
Yeah, heh, heh, ohh, huh, huh