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 banged 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: sample]
"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 what 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 in broad with the cuete and got her
With each turn, bad b*tch chased the car
Mandatory to f*ck with a drive-by in the Golden State
And I was klackin' 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 cautious conscience
Impressionably, my eyes wide through the nonsense
Switch hit, no homo, lil' n*gga wanted nothing mo'
Than to come home with a trophy after winning the car show
Not too many managed to avoid the gaffleage
But it's no deterring once a young lad turn savage
Hoop dreams turn to coupe dreams, 'cause on the average, 
Once he 14, he Damu-in', grabs him a package
[Verse 4: Phil Da Agony]
He starts screaming, grab a pitchfork, stab a devil demon
I seen him, pro-Actavis 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 Jeremih
Esquire swaggin' in a G-wagon, braggin' 'bout
Toe-taggin', blowin' 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 'em up with music like New Orleans
Talking that Patois – Mardi Gras, hardy-ha
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: sample]
"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 what 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"