Standard (EADGBE)
[Hook: (2x)]Strum once in hook
Crayola, crayola.
I ride different colors every day.
I ain't playin wit deez niggas, stuntin like baby.
Niggas in the hood hollin' Boosie gon crazy.
Verse 1
strum once them hard palm mute(don't mute between c and ?)
You might see me in the white challenger, white rims, white hat.
Black challenger, black rims, black gat.
Blue challenger, blue rims, blue weed.
Orange challenger, that dukes of hazard up in me.
Lexus coupe, drop top so you can see.
Painted candy red, bowlegged like candy red.
On sunday I be stuntin, I hop up in my bentley.
Thank the man up above for blessins he done sent me.(THANK YA GOD)
Green charger, drop top, call it master splinter.
Glocks cocked, wildin' out hangin' out the window.
On Wednesdays I be chillin' but be swerv-IN.
Smokin' purple in my 0-8 suburb-AN.
Too many cars, ain't no room in my yard.
I go low key and I can jump up in my bitch jaguar.(I'm BAllIN!)
Feds follow me round, they nosy tryn'a see.
But every car got tint, how you gon' know its me?
[Hook: (2x)]
Crayola, crayola.
I ride different colors every day.
I ain't playin wit deez niggas, stuntin like baby.
Niggas in the hood hollin' Boosie gon crazy.
Verse 2
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I got the lime green drop top.
Cant ride it if it's too cold, can't ride it if it's too hot.
That thang'll make you pop.
Flat screens in our trunk we got our own movies.
So you ain't gotta go to the theater, just call Boosie.
Yellow yellow yellow on my shit.
Match wit my yellow watch, girls on my dick.
People don't understand how I floss like this.
People like is that a cable cord round your wrist?
You know we ball on the week-END.
A line of cars, bad broads tryna jump IN.
Same color as my whip, I'm real fly.
Yellow, yellow, green, green, my self esteem high.
When it be rainin' man I jump in my old school.
When its a game its like a train when we roll thru.
Ya feel me man?
Big stacks on deck, get out the big dawg's way.
I'm like, what i'm gon drive today?
Crayola crayola.
[Repeat Hook: (2x)]
Verse 3
now all through the week, i be in the streeetz (thuggin)
lookin real fresh in my whip real nasty
lil church on sunday, jump up in my bently
thank the man up above for blessins he done sent me (thank ya god!)
now monday i'm back stuntin, i jump off in my charger
the red one, the wet one, have them hoes like WAAAHHHH Boosie!
navigation on my whip, i can't go wrong
candy red on that bitch and the mirror chrome
night time the right time i be swervin
smokin purple in my 0-7 suburban
monte carlo all black this crayola shit
is real talk, and when i floss i let them birds off
gave my momma my corvette, that silver thang
a nice house she flossed out with some diamond rangs
people in the hood like, "Boosie, you ignorant"
but daughta, like daddy, you sick wit dis
CRAYOLA!
[repeat dat hook]