Song | Death Comes Callin' |
Artist | Everlast |
Album | Whitey Ford Sings the Blues |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cornwell, Curtis, Rosa ... | |
A yes yes y'all, it's too fresh y'all | |
A little B-boy blue | |
You know it's too beucou | |
I've been from | |
New York to | |
CaliSpent two days in the valley | |
And I think | |
I'm 'bout to lose my mind | |
And if I think 'bout it one more time | |
I'm a blow my stack, see ya out the back | |
Give me some room that | |
I can breathe in | |
Now I'm a start weavin' spells like a wizard | |
King of the lizard, my mojo's risin' like my nature should | |
Not everybody can relate to hood | |
But I used to roll with high frequency | |
Had a habit of juvenile delinquency | |
If y'all could see all the things | |
I didWhen | |
I was a kid, ya might flip ya lid 'cause | |
When I was the age of one | |
My father gave me my very first gun | |
When I was the age of two | |
I was pullin' out records with the | |
SD CrewAnd when | |
I was the age of three | |
I had all the maddest fishes swimmin' after me | |
And when I was the age of four | |
I was bustin' out shows with the rhymes galore | |
Day to the night, night to the day | |
Up around where | |
I stay, we do things this way | |
You got to watch how you act and watch what you say' | |
Cause their ain't no stallin' when the death come callin' | |
Day to the night, night to the day | |
Up around where | |
I stay, we do things this way | |
You got to watch how you act and watch what you say' | |
Cause their ain't no stallin' when the death come callin' | |
The man that lives by the pistol | |
Dies by the smokin' gun | |
I think, I hear a steam whistle | |
Lord, when my train gonna come | |
The man that lives by the pistol | |
Dies by the smokin' gun | |
I think, I hear a steam whistle | |
Lord, when my train gonna come | |
Yo, all you duns packin' guns fightin' for ones | |
It's time to get these hons start raisin' some sons | |
Plant your seed in some fertile soil | |
And watch me start bubblin' like | |
I'm 'bout to boil | |
Like Olive | |
Oil love Popeye, just won't stoppa | |
I got to keep rockin', ticks keep tockin' | |
Time keeps slippin', my mind keeps trippin' | |
I'm in the road less traveled sure got lotta stones | |
Day to the night, night to the day | |
Up around where | |
I stay, we do things this way | |
You got to watch how you act and watch what you say' | |
Cause their ain't no stallin' when the death come callin' | |
Day to the night, night to the day | |
Up around where | |
I stay, we do things this way | |
You got to watch how you act and watch what you say' | |
Cause their ain't no stallin' when the death come callin' | |
When the death come callin' | |
Watch me break it down | |
There's a red house yonder just over the hill | |
With my name carved into the window sill | |
Think, I'm gonna burn it down | |
Yeah, think | |
I'm gonna burn it down | |
That's what me and my old woman used to say | |
We used to lie in bed and make love all day | |
Think I'm gonna burn it down | |
Yeah, I think | |
I'm gonna burn it down | |
Think I'm gonna burn it down to the ground | |
The man that lives by the pistol | |
Dies by the smokin' gun | |
Think, I hear a steam whistle | |
Lord, when my train gonna come | |
The man that lives by the pistol | |
Dies by the smokin' gun | |
Think, I hear a steam whistle | |
Lord, when my train gonna come | |
Lord, when my train gonna come | |
Lord, when my train gonna come | |
Lord, when my train gonna come | |
Lord, when my train gonna come |
zuo ci : Cornwell, Curtis, Rosa ... | |
A yes yes y' all, it' s too fresh y' all | |
A little Bboy blue | |
You know it' s too beucou | |
I' ve been from | |
New York to | |
CaliSpent two days in the valley | |
And I think | |
I' m ' bout to lose my mind | |
And if I think ' bout it one more time | |
I' m a blow my stack, see ya out the back | |
Give me some room that | |
I can breathe in | |
Now I' m a start weavin' spells like a wizard | |
King of the lizard, my mojo' s risin' like my nature should | |
Not everybody can relate to hood | |
But I used to roll with high frequency | |
Had a habit of juvenile delinquency | |
If y' all could see all the things | |
I didWhen | |
I was a kid, ya might flip ya lid ' cause | |
When I was the age of one | |
My father gave me my very first gun | |
When I was the age of two | |
I was pullin' out records with the | |
SD CrewAnd when | |
I was the age of three | |
I had all the maddest fishes swimmin' after me | |
And when I was the age of four | |
I was bustin' out shows with the rhymes galore | |
Day to the night, night to the day | |
Up around where | |
I stay, we do things this way | |
You got to watch how you act and watch what you say' | |
Cause their ain' t no stallin' when the death come callin' | |
Day to the night, night to the day | |
Up around where | |
I stay, we do things this way | |
You got to watch how you act and watch what you say' | |
Cause their ain' t no stallin' when the death come callin' | |
The man that lives by the pistol | |
Dies by the smokin' gun | |
I think, I hear a steam whistle | |
Lord, when my train gonna come | |
The man that lives by the pistol | |
Dies by the smokin' gun | |
I think, I hear a steam whistle | |
Lord, when my train gonna come | |
Yo, all you duns packin' guns fightin' for ones | |
It' s time to get these hons start raisin' some sons | |
Plant your seed in some fertile soil | |
And watch me start bubblin' like | |
I' m ' bout to boil | |
Like Olive | |
Oil love Popeye, just won' t stoppa | |
I got to keep rockin', ticks keep tockin' | |
Time keeps slippin', my mind keeps trippin' | |
I' m in the road less traveled sure got lotta stones | |
Day to the night, night to the day | |
Up around where | |
I stay, we do things this way | |
You got to watch how you act and watch what you say' | |
Cause their ain' t no stallin' when the death come callin' | |
Day to the night, night to the day | |
Up around where | |
I stay, we do things this way | |
You got to watch how you act and watch what you say' | |
Cause their ain' t no stallin' when the death come callin' | |
When the death come callin' | |
Watch me break it down | |
There' s a red house yonder just over the hill | |
With my name carved into the window sill | |
Think, I' m gonna burn it down | |
Yeah, think | |
I' m gonna burn it down | |
That' s what me and my old woman used to say | |
We used to lie in bed and make love all day | |
Think I' m gonna burn it down | |
Yeah, I think | |
I' m gonna burn it down | |
Think I' m gonna burn it down to the ground | |
The man that lives by the pistol | |
Dies by the smokin' gun | |
Think, I hear a steam whistle | |
Lord, when my train gonna come | |
The man that lives by the pistol | |
Dies by the smokin' gun | |
Think, I hear a steam whistle | |
Lord, when my train gonna come | |
Lord, when my train gonna come | |
Lord, when my train gonna come | |
Lord, when my train gonna come | |
Lord, when my train gonna come |
zuò cí : Cornwell, Curtis, Rosa ... | |
A yes yes y' all, it' s too fresh y' all | |
A little Bboy blue | |
You know it' s too beucou | |
I' ve been from | |
New York to | |
CaliSpent two days in the valley | |
And I think | |
I' m ' bout to lose my mind | |
And if I think ' bout it one more time | |
I' m a blow my stack, see ya out the back | |
Give me some room that | |
I can breathe in | |
Now I' m a start weavin' spells like a wizard | |
King of the lizard, my mojo' s risin' like my nature should | |
Not everybody can relate to hood | |
But I used to roll with high frequency | |
Had a habit of juvenile delinquency | |
If y' all could see all the things | |
I didWhen | |
I was a kid, ya might flip ya lid ' cause | |
When I was the age of one | |
My father gave me my very first gun | |
When I was the age of two | |
I was pullin' out records with the | |
SD CrewAnd when | |
I was the age of three | |
I had all the maddest fishes swimmin' after me | |
And when I was the age of four | |
I was bustin' out shows with the rhymes galore | |
Day to the night, night to the day | |
Up around where | |
I stay, we do things this way | |
You got to watch how you act and watch what you say' | |
Cause their ain' t no stallin' when the death come callin' | |
Day to the night, night to the day | |
Up around where | |
I stay, we do things this way | |
You got to watch how you act and watch what you say' | |
Cause their ain' t no stallin' when the death come callin' | |
The man that lives by the pistol | |
Dies by the smokin' gun | |
I think, I hear a steam whistle | |
Lord, when my train gonna come | |
The man that lives by the pistol | |
Dies by the smokin' gun | |
I think, I hear a steam whistle | |
Lord, when my train gonna come | |
Yo, all you duns packin' guns fightin' for ones | |
It' s time to get these hons start raisin' some sons | |
Plant your seed in some fertile soil | |
And watch me start bubblin' like | |
I' m ' bout to boil | |
Like Olive | |
Oil love Popeye, just won' t stoppa | |
I got to keep rockin', ticks keep tockin' | |
Time keeps slippin', my mind keeps trippin' | |
I' m in the road less traveled sure got lotta stones | |
Day to the night, night to the day | |
Up around where | |
I stay, we do things this way | |
You got to watch how you act and watch what you say' | |
Cause their ain' t no stallin' when the death come callin' | |
Day to the night, night to the day | |
Up around where | |
I stay, we do things this way | |
You got to watch how you act and watch what you say' | |
Cause their ain' t no stallin' when the death come callin' | |
When the death come callin' | |
Watch me break it down | |
There' s a red house yonder just over the hill | |
With my name carved into the window sill | |
Think, I' m gonna burn it down | |
Yeah, think | |
I' m gonna burn it down | |
That' s what me and my old woman used to say | |
We used to lie in bed and make love all day | |
Think I' m gonna burn it down | |
Yeah, I think | |
I' m gonna burn it down | |
Think I' m gonna burn it down to the ground | |
The man that lives by the pistol | |
Dies by the smokin' gun | |
Think, I hear a steam whistle | |
Lord, when my train gonna come | |
The man that lives by the pistol | |
Dies by the smokin' gun | |
Think, I hear a steam whistle | |
Lord, when my train gonna come | |
Lord, when my train gonna come | |
Lord, when my train gonna come | |
Lord, when my train gonna come | |
Lord, when my train gonna come |