Doums – Intro | A COLORS SHOW

Doums – Intro | A COLORS SHOW


First of all, this one’s for those who left us too soon May the force be with the bros Life’s like a lotto Homie, it goes too fast : One day you smoke some pot You become claustrophobic Tomorrow’ll be the hospital We didn’t sell by choice don’t forget it, lil’ bro. Now that we’re “yo” we don’t need these things anymore, lil’ bro. For years, while causing harm i did good I had to pay the rent, now it’s over. There are only a few that I consider as my big bros The blood bonds, coming from the grandmother I’m neither very old or very pious but I know when to shut it Time saving, when you grow up in gangrene Forced to burn this substance to get to sleep This world’s creepy, Imagine a glock hanging on your eye-ball Without any help, it’s me and my luck Will he shiver or just take the cash Serious crime involves dangers Son of a foreigner, i wanna fill my stomach (what else, what else, what else ?) Before taming France Bro, we smoke as if it was legal but it’s not Amsterdam Lawless zones, where Hungarians hide murders Bro, it’s Paris and its hazards We scam you if you walk too close to our dirty alleys Nigga, I tell you it’s Paris and its hazards For a fight or a ka7ba (bitch), we’ll shoot till the carnage There’s no sharing, with these “sasa”, I beat them up like my hash Doums, A.K.A. Morgan for the hoes, hey Supersound niggiz, Seine Zoo, it’s a mess, call the cops, niggiz Told ya, It’s Supersound niggiz, Seine Zoo, it’s a mess, call the cops, niggiz Supersound niggiz, Seine Zoo, it’s a mess, call the cops, niggiz Keep up the good work COLORS, w/ love from Paris

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