Lyrics Sun Goes Down - Bonus - Skrypt

When the sun goes down

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, dawg
When the sun goes 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 goes down
Junkies coppin', them monkeys pockets get chunky

Me and mine on that funky, we see our opposition get dumpin'
The chopper, it rang, two thousand hits of cocaine
My homie servin' and poppin' them thangs
We get to lurkin' and watching you praying
That you come outside, and you're rocking 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 dawg, when the sun goes down
Streets turn to something new
Everybody ain't who they seem, what they do
Dealers flip a half to a whole to a two
I been on the road with the crew, dawg
When the sun goes down (sun goes down)
Streets ain't got no love for my crew (crew)
We walk outside, and everybody gon' start to shoot (gon' start to shoot)
Ay, ay, they told me keep that fire on me (fire on me)
I told them folks, "You're preachin' to the choir", 'cause

When the sun goes down
Better stay out these streets (better stay out these streets)
Everybody outside fixin' they beef, dawg
When the sun goes down
Killers movin' in silence (killers movin' in silence)
Jits robbin' for fun, dawg, no guidance, dawg
When the sun goes down

When the sun goes down
When the sun goes down
When the sun goes down
When the sun goes down
When the sun goes down
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', they killed that boy off mercy, Dr. that's an omen
I swear, we do shit like the Romans
Killing for fun in these streets
Man that shit way too barbaric
And that's word to Conan

My boy hit a lick on a pound, that a fuck boy had loaned him
Never brought back what he owed him
Not in a holding cell, but we do sell and we're holdin'
You pussy and that's why you're foldin'
Shout out my jeweller, the bond that we got is so golden
My whole click they're fittin' to be frozen
I don't know who you got beef with, or who you're opposing
Just make sure that you don't get chosen 'cause dawg

When the sun goes down (sun goes down)
Streets turn to something new (new)
Red dots on your forehead out the blue (blue)
Dealers flip a half to a whole to a two (two)
Heard you got beef with the crew
What the fuck you gone do pussy? (Pussy)
Streets ain't got no love for my crew (crew)
We walk outside and everybody gone start to shoot (gone start to shoot)
Ay, ay, they told me keep that fire on me (fire on me)
I told them folks, "You preachin' to the choir" 'cause
When the sun goes down (when the sun goes down, when the sun goes down)

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
Jit, jits robbin' for fun, dawg, no guidance, dawg
When the sun goes down