Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sun Goes Down, artist - Caskey. Album song Black Sheep, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.05.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Sun Goes Down |
When the sun go down Better stay out these streets |
Everybody outside fixin' they beef dog |
When the sun go down |
Killers movin' in silence |
Jits robbin' for fun dog no guidance |
When the sun go down |
Uh It’s street justice |
My homies turn into dream crushers |
The pastor leave us alone, but the codeine touch us |
When the sun goes down |
Molly transform the civilized to uncivilized |
Choppers out the back windows and they symbolize |
When the sun go down |
Junkies coppin' them monkeys, pockets get chunky |
Me and mine on that funky |
We see our opposition get dumpin' |
The chopper it rain |
Two thousand hits of cocaine |
My homies servin' and poppin' them thangs |
We get to lurkin' and watchin' you playin' |
And you come outside and you rockin your jewels on your neck |
Streets they ain’t got no respect and you know it |
You been talkin' for too long bout the shit that you got |
Now you gon' have to show it |
Cause dog when the sun go down |
Streets turn to something new |
Everybody ain’t who they seem |
What it do |
Dealers flip a half to a whole to a 2 |
I been on the road with the crew |
Dog when the sun go down |
Streets ain’t got no love for my crew |
When you walk outside and everybody gon' start to shoot |
Ay ay, they told me keep that fire on me |
I told 'em folks you preachin' to the choir cause |
When the sun goes down… |
Better stay out these streets |
Everybody outside fixin' they beef dawg |
When the sun goes down… |
Killers movin' in silence |
Jits robbin' for fun dawg no guidance |
When the sun goes down… You don’t want beef boy you don’t even know me |
I’m takin' your wallet so reach for it slowly |
I watch every move you make like it’s a Rollie |
I’m rollin' to kill that boy? |
drive |
That’s a omen |
Man i swear we do shit like the Romans |
Killin' for fun in these streets |
Man that shit way too barbaric |
And that’s word to Conan |
My boy here to lick or pound on |
The fuck boy I loaned 'em |
Never brought back what he owed 'em |
Not in a holdin' cell but we do sell and we holdin' |
You pussy and that’s why you foldin' |
Shout out my jeweler the bond that we got is so golden |
My whole clique they finna be frozen |
I don’t who you got be beef with or who you opposing |
Just make sure that you don’t get chosen |
Cause dog |
When the sun goes down… |
Streets turn to something new |
Red dots on your forehead out the blue |
Dealers flip a half to a whole to a 2 |
Heard you got beef with the crew |
What the fuck you gon do pussy |
Streets ain’t got no love for my crew |
When you walk outside and everybody gon' start to shoot |
Ay ay, they told me keep that fire on me |
I told 'em folks you preachin to the choir |
Cuz when the sun goes down… |
When the sun goes down |
Better stay out these streets |
Everybody |
When the sun goes down |
Killers movin' in silence |