Texty:
Machine Head Colors

life is violent, but violent is life Peace is a dream, reality is a knife My colors my honour my colors my all With my colors upon me one soldier stands

Překlad: Machine Head. Barvy - Ice-T.

-s like Whoopi Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up by his drawers And wonder the cause, 'cuz big dope had his balls Got small methamphetimes with colors

Head bussa Head bussa Head bussa Head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout you, but I'm a head bussa I don't know 'bout

like wine And throw the wax on it, and watch two cheeks shine I drunk a Forty, I'm up in here feelin' naughty I like the go-go girl, go 'head work it

sit through the madness And always acts so quaint, I said, "Yeah, yeah, yeah" With your new friend You're really making a scene And I see you bouncing around From machine to machine

are all of my songs and the sun as it shines so = much beauty and style what a beautiful smile like the perfect picasso = both color and grace I call my machine

you know what it is I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head The heater, heater burner bruise is on my hip this year I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head

, our colors alive but our vision was faded. A struggle of friends, made till the end a place we made it There's something missing here. With my head