Dawn 2 Dusk 歌词
| 歌曲 | Dawn 2 Dusk |
| 歌手 | Geto Boys |
| 专辑 | Da Good da Bad & da Ugly |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Armstrong, Ellis, Willie D ... | |
| Intro： | |
| [willie d of geto boys] | |
| Still going | |
| Yeah, here we go again | |
| We bout to roll on some motherfuckers | |
| G.b. rap-a-lot mafia | |
| Recognize the mob nigga | |
| All our motherfuckin' enemies goin dead together | |
| No exception, absolutely none | |
| Everybody dies, everybody | |
| Verse 1: | |
| [willie d] | |
| You ain't followin' the leader | |
| Less you follow with me | |
| It's willie d, motherfucker | |
| Eternally to say, | |
| That i'm a loud-mouth nigga with an attitude | |
| Intimidation, fuckin' with a man | |
| Never seen a badder dude | |
| I'm rather lude | |
| My condom sucked | |
| But i don't give a fuck | |
| Now nigga, nigga what | |
| Opposition so frightend that they vrim a shadow | |
| Hot sluts in the muggship creep without a paddle | |
| I'm ready willin', and able to pull a bullet in your navel | |
| If you got beef bring it to the table | |
| I'm unstabile, look in my eyes | |
| It's showin' death | |
| Fuck right, i go on livin' | |
| Wanna see a mil, before i'm killed | |
| Get a house on the hills if it's god's will | |
| Why niggas gotta cry an o.g | |
| Better motherfuckers die before me | |
| Bye, bye | |
| There's a better place for gangbangers | |
| I take you there | |
| I like the motherfuckin' stablesingers | |
| My itchy finger says fuck it and i squeeze the trigger | |
| Watchin' i be the one to splat this ho-ass nigga | |
| I ain't feelin' | |
| Chorus: | |
| [yukmouth of the luniz] | |
| In thugs we trust | |
| Thugs-r-us | |
| Nigga hit 'em up | |
| Get 'em up | |
| Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk | |
| Ride for us | |
| 5th ward die for us | |
| Ride for us | |
| Killa cali die for us | |
| In thugs we trust | |
| Thugs-r-us | |
| Nigga hit 'em up | |
| Get 'em up | |
| Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk | |
| Ride for us | |
| Cleveland die for us | |
| Ride for us | |
| Street port die for us | |
| Verse 2: | |
| [yukmouth] | |
| Ride for us, die for us | |
| With a .45 like drive and bust | |
| Hide and duck, fuck him up | |
| Live and stuffed | |
| When the blinds is up | |
| I'm on some mo' | |
| Grindin' though, switch it up | |
| Bust, we makin' that shit from one way 5 and up | |
| Time's up, playin' life with us | |
| Your wife get fucked and bucked, pay the price for us | |
| An other one bites the dust | |
| Feds don't frighten us | |
| Niggas doin' life for us | |
| Fuckin' die in us | |
| So the cops lyin' us | |
| We us use the bottom white stuff from the colombians | |
| Now the cia's supplyin' us | |
| The fbi is eyein' us | |
| Peruvian flake | |
| We buy it up | |
| When the droubt hit | |
| We highin' up | |
| The prices in life is this nicest | |
| On my rolex, turkey like dicess | |
| Cv devices, slide in a white six with like tits | |
| Spit that mafia life shit | |
| The crimeboss let nines off | |
| You niggas better be tearin' mines off | |
| Motherfucker ask willie d | |
| And scarface | |
| How that nigga yuk, buck 'em up | |
| Leave 'em in they car laced | |
| With bullet fragments all in they body | |
| Caught him the trafic | |
| That nigga plastic | |
| Be fuckin' fagets | |
| Chorus: | |
| [yukmouth] | |
| In thugs we trust | |
| Thugs-r-us | |
| Nigga hit 'em up | |
| Get 'em up | |
| Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk | |
| Ride for us | |
| Chi-town die for us | |
| Ride for us | |
| D.c. die for us | |
| In thugs we trust | |
| Thugs-r-us | |
| Nigga hit 'em up | |
| Get 'em up | |
| Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk | |
| Ride for us | |
| New orleans die for us | |
| Ride for us | |
| Detroit die for us | |
| Verse 3: | |
| [dmg of facemob] | |
| I got a chest full of drama | |
| Ruff rider, nigga | |
| Back off 'for i bomb ya | |
| Alarm ya | |
| Black knight in shinin' armor | |
| Fuck y'all niggas | |
| We rollin' like the car stolen | |
| Wide open, hoo-bangin' | |
| 2 things are on blastin' | |
| Traffic thick as a basket pop | |
| I don't blast this | |
| Fully automatic | |
| All up in ya | |
| Still i continue | |
| To serve niggas on the menu | |
| Feel up to vin you | |
| Geto boys sellin' it down | |
| Ain't real without a doubt | |
| You burn it out | |
| Movin' you niggas | |
| Provin' you niggas | |
| I ruin you niggas | |
| I'm cruisin you niggas | |
| Doin' you niggas, don't do niggas | |
| Who is you niggas | |
| Uh, they rifles | |
| Live bowl, take yo ass bush with 9 holes | |
| Side holes get switched these | |
| Bitch please | |
| It's g.b. from the wound till the tomb | |
| Eternally you see | |
| Chorus: | |
| [yukmouth] | |
| In thugs we trust | |
| Thugs-r-us | |
| Nigga hit 'em up | |
| Get 'em up | |
| Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk | |
| Ride for us | |
| Texas die for us | |
| Ride for us | |
| Minnesota die for us | |
| In thugs we trust | |
| Thugs-r-us | |
| Nigga get 'em up | |
| Hit 'em up | |
| Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk | |
| Ride for us | |
| Ghetto mob die for us | |
| Ride for us | |
| St. louis die for us | |
| Verse 4: | |
| [caine of menace clan] | |
| The sun rises in the east | |
| And sets in the west | |
| But i'm down with that south, | |
| With an s on my chest | |
| It's that loced down key cocaine | |
| To bring the pain | |
| >from that menace to society | |
| Better known as caine | |
| It's that motherfuckin' thug shit | |
| I'm bustin' slugs shit | |
| Young and schoolboy | |
| I'm becomin' a drug dealer | |
| In the streets of that west | |
| I wouldn't settle for less | |
| Until i got my hands on that smiff and that wes | |
| Niggas try to swollow me | |
| It's all about survival, g | |
| Fuck these bitch niggas | |
| It's off some trouble, g | |
| I blow 'em in the wind | |
| And then i sell again | |
| I pack a 9 milli | |
| Cause that's my best friend | |
| Niggas, i done told ya | |
| Blow 'em up like dohja | |
| Your momma couldn't keep ya | |
| So i ain't tryin' to hold ya | |
| I'm a motherfuckin' menace | |
| Give me a life sentence | |
| Picture it ain't over | |
| Untill the nigga finish | |
| With that motherfuckin' thug shit | |
| Bustin' slugs shit | |
| I'm straight from the west | |
| Home of that crip and blood shit | |
| Where niggas die at day | |
| Niggas die at night | |
| Niggas die whenever | |
| It seems the time is right | |
| These soldiers play for keeps |
| zuo ci : Armstrong, Ellis, Willie D ... | |
| Intro: | |
| willie d of geto boys | |
| Still going | |
| Yeah, here we go again | |
| We bout to roll on some motherfuckers | |
| G. b. rapalot mafia | |
| Recognize the mob nigga | |
| All our motherfuckin' enemies goin dead together | |
| No exception, absolutely none | |
| Everybody dies, everybody | |
| Verse 1: | |
| willie d | |
| You ain' t followin' the leader | |
| Less you follow with me | |
| It' s willie d, motherfucker | |
| Eternally to say, | |
| That i' m a loudmouth nigga with an attitude | |
| Intimidation, fuckin' with a man | |
| Never seen a badder dude | |
| I' m rather lude | |
| My condom sucked | |
| But i don' t give a fuck | |
| Now nigga, nigga what | |
| Opposition so frightend that they vrim a shadow | |
| Hot sluts in the muggship creep without a paddle | |
| I' m ready willin', and able to pull a bullet in your navel | |
| If you got beef bring it to the table | |
| I' m unstabile, look in my eyes | |
| It' s showin' death | |
| Fuck right, i go on livin' | |
| Wanna see a mil, before i' m killed | |
| Get a house on the hills if it' s god' s will | |
| Why niggas gotta cry an o. g | |
| Better motherfuckers die before me | |
| Bye, bye | |
| There' s a better place for gangbangers | |
| I take you there | |
| I like the motherfuckin' stablesingers | |
| My itchy finger says fuck it and i squeeze the trigger | |
| Watchin' i be the one to splat this hoass nigga | |
| I ain' t feelin' | |
| Chorus: | |
| yukmouth of the luniz | |
| In thugs we trust | |
| Thugsrus | |
| Nigga hit ' em up | |
| Get ' em up | |
| Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk | |
| Ride for us | |
| 5th ward die for us | |
| Ride for us | |
| Killa cali die for us | |
| In thugs we trust | |
| Thugsrus | |
| Nigga hit ' em up | |
| Get ' em up | |
| Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk | |
| Ride for us | |
| Cleveland die for us | |
| Ride for us | |
| Street port die for us | |
| Verse 2: | |
| yukmouth | |
| Ride for us, die for us | |
| With a . 45 like drive and bust | |
| Hide and duck, fuck him up | |
| Live and stuffed | |
| When the blinds is up | |
| I' m on some mo' | |
| Grindin' though, switch it up | |
| Bust, we makin' that shit from one way 5 and up | |
| Time' s up, playin' life with us | |
| Your wife get fucked and bucked, pay the price for us | |
| An other one bites the dust | |
| Feds don' t frighten us | |
| Niggas doin' life for us | |
| Fuckin' die in us | |
| So the cops lyin' us | |
| We us use the bottom white stuff from the colombians | |
| Now the cia' s supplyin' us | |
| The fbi is eyein' us | |
| Peruvian flake | |
| We buy it up | |
| When the droubt hit | |
| We highin' up | |
| The prices in life is this nicest | |
| On my rolex, turkey like dicess | |
| Cv devices, slide in a white six with like tits | |
| Spit that mafia life shit | |
| The crimeboss let nines off | |
| You niggas better be tearin' mines off | |
| Motherfucker ask willie d | |
| And scarface | |
| How that nigga yuk, buck ' em up | |
| Leave ' em in they car laced | |
| With bullet fragments all in they body | |
| Caught him the trafic | |
| That nigga plastic | |
| Be fuckin' fagets | |
| Chorus: | |
| yukmouth | |
| In thugs we trust | |
| Thugsrus | |
| Nigga hit ' em up | |
| Get ' em up | |
| Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk | |
| Ride for us | |
| Chitown die for us | |
| Ride for us | |
| D. c. die for us | |
| In thugs we trust | |
| Thugsrus | |
| Nigga hit ' em up | |
| Get ' em up | |
| Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk | |
| Ride for us | |
| New orleans die for us | |
| Ride for us | |
| Detroit die for us | |
| Verse 3: | |
| dmg of facemob | |
| I got a chest full of drama | |
| Ruff rider, nigga | |
| Back off ' for i bomb ya | |
| Alarm ya | |
| Black knight in shinin' armor | |
| Fuck y' all niggas | |
| We rollin' like the car stolen | |
| Wide open, hoobangin' | |
| 2 things are on blastin' | |
| Traffic thick as a basket pop | |
| I don' t blast this | |
| Fully automatic | |
| All up in ya | |
| Still i continue | |
| To serve niggas on the menu | |
| Feel up to vin you | |
| Geto boys sellin' it down | |
| Ain' t real without a doubt | |
| You burn it out | |
| Movin' you niggas | |
| Provin' you niggas | |
| I ruin you niggas | |
| I' m cruisin you niggas | |
| Doin' you niggas, don' t do niggas | |
| Who is you niggas | |
| Uh, they rifles | |
| Live bowl, take yo ass bush with 9 holes | |
| Side holes get switched these | |
| Bitch please | |
| It' s g. b. from the wound till the tomb | |
| Eternally you see | |
| Chorus: | |
| yukmouth | |
| In thugs we trust | |
| Thugsrus | |
| Nigga hit ' em up | |
| Get ' em up | |
| Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk | |
| Ride for us | |
| Texas die for us | |
| Ride for us | |
| Minnesota die for us | |
| In thugs we trust | |
| Thugsrus | |
| Nigga get ' em up | |
| Hit ' em up | |
| Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk | |
| Ride for us | |
| Ghetto mob die for us | |
| Ride for us | |
| St. louis die for us | |
| Verse 4: | |
| caine of menace clan | |
| The sun rises in the east | |
| And sets in the west | |
| But i' m down with that south, | |
| With an s on my chest | |
| It' s that loced down key cocaine | |
| To bring the pain | |
| from that menace to society | |
| Better known as caine | |
| It' s that motherfuckin' thug shit | |
| I' m bustin' slugs shit | |
| Young and schoolboy | |
| I' m becomin' a drug dealer | |
| In the streets of that west | |
| I wouldn' t settle for less | |
| Until i got my hands on that smiff and that wes | |
| Niggas try to swollow me | |
| It' s all about survival, g | |
| Fuck these bitch niggas | |
| It' s off some trouble, g | |
| I blow ' em in the wind | |
| And then i sell again | |
| I pack a 9 milli | |
| Cause that' s my best friend | |
| Niggas, i done told ya | |
| Blow ' em up like dohja | |
| Your momma couldn' t keep ya | |
| So i ain' t tryin' to hold ya | |
| I' m a motherfuckin' menace | |
| Give me a life sentence | |
| Picture it ain' t over | |
| Untill the nigga finish | |
| With that motherfuckin' thug shit | |
| Bustin' slugs shit | |
| I' m straight from the west | |
| Home of that crip and blood shit | |
| Where niggas die at day | |
| Niggas die at night | |
| Niggas die whenever | |
| It seems the time is right | |
| These soldiers play for keeps |
| zuò cí : Armstrong, Ellis, Willie D ... | |
| Intro: | |
| willie d of geto boys | |
| Still going | |
| Yeah, here we go again | |
| We bout to roll on some motherfuckers | |
| G. b. rapalot mafia | |
| Recognize the mob nigga | |
| All our motherfuckin' enemies goin dead together | |
| No exception, absolutely none | |
| Everybody dies, everybody | |
| Verse 1: | |
| willie d | |
| You ain' t followin' the leader | |
| Less you follow with me | |
| It' s willie d, motherfucker | |
| Eternally to say, | |
| That i' m a loudmouth nigga with an attitude | |
| Intimidation, fuckin' with a man | |
| Never seen a badder dude | |
| I' m rather lude | |
| My condom sucked | |
| But i don' t give a fuck | |
| Now nigga, nigga what | |
| Opposition so frightend that they vrim a shadow | |
| Hot sluts in the muggship creep without a paddle | |
| I' m ready willin', and able to pull a bullet in your navel | |
| If you got beef bring it to the table | |
| I' m unstabile, look in my eyes | |
| It' s showin' death | |
| Fuck right, i go on livin' | |
| Wanna see a mil, before i' m killed | |
| Get a house on the hills if it' s god' s will | |
| Why niggas gotta cry an o. g | |
| Better motherfuckers die before me | |
| Bye, bye | |
| There' s a better place for gangbangers | |
| I take you there | |
| I like the motherfuckin' stablesingers | |
| My itchy finger says fuck it and i squeeze the trigger | |
| Watchin' i be the one to splat this hoass nigga | |
| I ain' t feelin' | |
| Chorus: | |
| yukmouth of the luniz | |
| In thugs we trust | |
| Thugsrus | |
| Nigga hit ' em up | |
| Get ' em up | |
| Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk | |
| Ride for us | |
| 5th ward die for us | |
| Ride for us | |
| Killa cali die for us | |
| In thugs we trust | |
| Thugsrus | |
| Nigga hit ' em up | |
| Get ' em up | |
| Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk | |
| Ride for us | |
| Cleveland die for us | |
| Ride for us | |
| Street port die for us | |
| Verse 2: | |
| yukmouth | |
| Ride for us, die for us | |
| With a . 45 like drive and bust | |
| Hide and duck, fuck him up | |
| Live and stuffed | |
| When the blinds is up | |
| I' m on some mo' | |
| Grindin' though, switch it up | |
| Bust, we makin' that shit from one way 5 and up | |
| Time' s up, playin' life with us | |
| Your wife get fucked and bucked, pay the price for us | |
| An other one bites the dust | |
| Feds don' t frighten us | |
| Niggas doin' life for us | |
| Fuckin' die in us | |
| So the cops lyin' us | |
| We us use the bottom white stuff from the colombians | |
| Now the cia' s supplyin' us | |
| The fbi is eyein' us | |
| Peruvian flake | |
| We buy it up | |
| When the droubt hit | |
| We highin' up | |
| The prices in life is this nicest | |
| On my rolex, turkey like dicess | |
| Cv devices, slide in a white six with like tits | |
| Spit that mafia life shit | |
| The crimeboss let nines off | |
| You niggas better be tearin' mines off | |
| Motherfucker ask willie d | |
| And scarface | |
| How that nigga yuk, buck ' em up | |
| Leave ' em in they car laced | |
| With bullet fragments all in they body | |
| Caught him the trafic | |
| That nigga plastic | |
| Be fuckin' fagets | |
| Chorus: | |
| yukmouth | |
| In thugs we trust | |
| Thugsrus | |
| Nigga hit ' em up | |
| Get ' em up | |
| Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk | |
| Ride for us | |
| Chitown die for us | |
| Ride for us | |
| D. c. die for us | |
| In thugs we trust | |
| Thugsrus | |
| Nigga hit ' em up | |
| Get ' em up | |
| Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk | |
| Ride for us | |
| New orleans die for us | |
| Ride for us | |
| Detroit die for us | |
| Verse 3: | |
| dmg of facemob | |
| I got a chest full of drama | |
| Ruff rider, nigga | |
| Back off ' for i bomb ya | |
| Alarm ya | |
| Black knight in shinin' armor | |
| Fuck y' all niggas | |
| We rollin' like the car stolen | |
| Wide open, hoobangin' | |
| 2 things are on blastin' | |
| Traffic thick as a basket pop | |
| I don' t blast this | |
| Fully automatic | |
| All up in ya | |
| Still i continue | |
| To serve niggas on the menu | |
| Feel up to vin you | |
| Geto boys sellin' it down | |
| Ain' t real without a doubt | |
| You burn it out | |
| Movin' you niggas | |
| Provin' you niggas | |
| I ruin you niggas | |
| I' m cruisin you niggas | |
| Doin' you niggas, don' t do niggas | |
| Who is you niggas | |
| Uh, they rifles | |
| Live bowl, take yo ass bush with 9 holes | |
| Side holes get switched these | |
| Bitch please | |
| It' s g. b. from the wound till the tomb | |
| Eternally you see | |
| Chorus: | |
| yukmouth | |
| In thugs we trust | |
| Thugsrus | |
| Nigga hit ' em up | |
| Get ' em up | |
| Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk | |
| Ride for us | |
| Texas die for us | |
| Ride for us | |
| Minnesota die for us | |
| In thugs we trust | |
| Thugsrus | |
| Nigga get ' em up | |
| Hit ' em up | |
| Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk | |
| Ride for us | |
| Ghetto mob die for us | |
| Ride for us | |
| St. louis die for us | |
| Verse 4: | |
| caine of menace clan | |
| The sun rises in the east | |
| And sets in the west | |
| But i' m down with that south, | |
| With an s on my chest | |
| It' s that loced down key cocaine | |
| To bring the pain | |
| from that menace to society | |
| Better known as caine | |
| It' s that motherfuckin' thug shit | |
| I' m bustin' slugs shit | |
| Young and schoolboy | |
| I' m becomin' a drug dealer | |
| In the streets of that west | |
| I wouldn' t settle for less | |
| Until i got my hands on that smiff and that wes | |
| Niggas try to swollow me | |
| It' s all about survival, g | |
| Fuck these bitch niggas | |
| It' s off some trouble, g | |
| I blow ' em in the wind | |
| And then i sell again | |
| I pack a 9 milli | |
| Cause that' s my best friend | |
| Niggas, i done told ya | |
| Blow ' em up like dohja | |
| Your momma couldn' t keep ya | |
| So i ain' t tryin' to hold ya | |
| I' m a motherfuckin' menace | |
| Give me a life sentence | |
| Picture it ain' t over | |
| Untill the nigga finish | |
| With that motherfuckin' thug shit | |
| Bustin' slugs shit | |
| I' m straight from the west | |
| Home of that crip and blood shit | |
| Where niggas die at day | |
| Niggas die at night | |
| Niggas die whenever | |
| It seems the time is right | |
| These soldiers play for keeps |
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