| 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 |