Song | One Dark Night |
Artist | Kool G Rap |
Album | Roots of Evil |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Wilson | |
la la la, la la la la la la la la | |
LA la la la, la la la la la la la la | |
LA [Kool G. Rap] | |
Last night, got caught in a gunfight, | |
I think it was like four niggaz clutchin they burners and bustin but only could see one in sight | |
The one on my right, yo son he like we both got gripe | |
He wanted my life, come at a nigga with a gun and a knife | |
He tryin to make the wiped out nigga layin up under the white | |
But I ain't tryin to go up in no dark tunnel and burn to the light | |
And let myself be one more nigga that just got spun in the night | |
And done in on sight, and tryin to breathe with one in my pipe | |
But I'm not one of the type, and | |
I'd rather lose all hung on the mic | |
Than to be up in the yard receivin | |
CPR at one in the night | |
Now I can run and take fllght, but alright, yo son'll be hyped | |
And I've played mother nature before so yo | |
I'm clappin thunder tonight | |
I step right, inside of the street light, my gun it was bright | |
Send him to kiss | |
Christ, and let my shit slice in front of him twice | |
Let one splice, cause fuckin with price, ain't tryin to be nice | |
I want him on ice, no back home to a son and a wife | |
He tried roll dice with real life and got his buns in a vice | |
Nigga was all enticed to lead his life sheist but none of it's nice | |
I peeped shit, and seen his whole click, was runnin in fright instead of comin to fight, get someone to fight you son of a dykes | |
With one in the pipe, | |
I'm aimin to light the one on the right | |
They all deceased, so yo my asspiece get hunted for life | |
Four niggaz cut down, and | |
I can receive one hundred to life up in a jailcell, that's crawlin with lice and runnin with mice | |
Live trife, fillin appetities with nothin but rice | |
Slow biz and no kid's nigs start runnin my wife | |
Only got one life, yo get this fuckin, gun outta my sight | |
Back at the house, after midnight | |
I'm done for the night |
zuo ci : Wilson | |
la la la, la la la la la la la la | |
LA la la la, la la la la la la la la | |
LA Kool G. Rap | |
Last night, got caught in a gunfight, | |
I think it was like four niggaz clutchin they burners and bustin but only could see one in sight | |
The one on my right, yo son he like we both got gripe | |
He wanted my life, come at a nigga with a gun and a knife | |
He tryin to make the wiped out nigga layin up under the white | |
But I ain' t tryin to go up in no dark tunnel and burn to the light | |
And let myself be one more nigga that just got spun in the night | |
And done in on sight, and tryin to breathe with one in my pipe | |
But I' m not one of the type, and | |
I' d rather lose all hung on the mic | |
Than to be up in the yard receivin | |
CPR at one in the night | |
Now I can run and take fllght, but alright, yo son' ll be hyped | |
And I' ve played mother nature before so yo | |
I' m clappin thunder tonight | |
I step right, inside of the street light, my gun it was bright | |
Send him to kiss | |
Christ, and let my shit slice in front of him twice | |
Let one splice, cause fuckin with price, ain' t tryin to be nice | |
I want him on ice, no back home to a son and a wife | |
He tried roll dice with real life and got his buns in a vice | |
Nigga was all enticed to lead his life sheist but none of it' s nice | |
I peeped shit, and seen his whole click, was runnin in fright instead of comin to fight, get someone to fight you son of a dykes | |
With one in the pipe, | |
I' m aimin to light the one on the right | |
They all deceased, so yo my asspiece get hunted for life | |
Four niggaz cut down, and | |
I can receive one hundred to life up in a jailcell, that' s crawlin with lice and runnin with mice | |
Live trife, fillin appetities with nothin but rice | |
Slow biz and no kid' s nigs start runnin my wife | |
Only got one life, yo get this fuckin, gun outta my sight | |
Back at the house, after midnight | |
I' m done for the night |
zuò cí : Wilson | |
la la la, la la la la la la la la | |
LA la la la, la la la la la la la la | |
LA Kool G. Rap | |
Last night, got caught in a gunfight, | |
I think it was like four niggaz clutchin they burners and bustin but only could see one in sight | |
The one on my right, yo son he like we both got gripe | |
He wanted my life, come at a nigga with a gun and a knife | |
He tryin to make the wiped out nigga layin up under the white | |
But I ain' t tryin to go up in no dark tunnel and burn to the light | |
And let myself be one more nigga that just got spun in the night | |
And done in on sight, and tryin to breathe with one in my pipe | |
But I' m not one of the type, and | |
I' d rather lose all hung on the mic | |
Than to be up in the yard receivin | |
CPR at one in the night | |
Now I can run and take fllght, but alright, yo son' ll be hyped | |
And I' ve played mother nature before so yo | |
I' m clappin thunder tonight | |
I step right, inside of the street light, my gun it was bright | |
Send him to kiss | |
Christ, and let my shit slice in front of him twice | |
Let one splice, cause fuckin with price, ain' t tryin to be nice | |
I want him on ice, no back home to a son and a wife | |
He tried roll dice with real life and got his buns in a vice | |
Nigga was all enticed to lead his life sheist but none of it' s nice | |
I peeped shit, and seen his whole click, was runnin in fright instead of comin to fight, get someone to fight you son of a dykes | |
With one in the pipe, | |
I' m aimin to light the one on the right | |
They all deceased, so yo my asspiece get hunted for life | |
Four niggaz cut down, and | |
I can receive one hundred to life up in a jailcell, that' s crawlin with lice and runnin with mice | |
Live trife, fillin appetities with nothin but rice | |
Slow biz and no kid' s nigs start runnin my wife | |
Only got one life, yo get this fuckin, gun outta my sight | |
Back at the house, after midnight | |
I' m done for the night |