Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Michael F. Hernandez, Carlos Suarez, Brandon Caskey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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