"Sun Goes Down" lyrics

"Sun Goes Down"

What's your name, where you going?
And who you trying to be if you no one?
And have you ever loved someone?
And where you trying to be when the sun goes down?
What's your name, where you going?
And who you trying to be if you no one?
And have you ever loved someone?
And where you trying to be when the sun goes down?

Yippee Ki‐Yay, motherfucker
I'll take you on a ride through CA, motherfucker
It's Lox
I do this every day, motherfucker
If you ain't with it, then you up in the way, motherfucker
I'm feeling saucy
Wait a minute, let me check my heart beat
Going pump-pump, pu-pu-pump pump
That shits going like light-li- lightspeed
Im feeling amazing as ever and never am I going to stop
Wherever I go I hold it down f'sho, that's why they call me Lox
I be that kid with the golden touch
When the cops roll up, I still roll up, I give no fucks
If I could I would give some negative fucks, so much
I'm sicker than any affliction that's ever been documented, I'm ill
Let's be cliche, and say we got them oz's on the scale
I puff-puff and don't pass
I smoke till it's all ash
If you don't like it when the kid don't share, then here's a tip
Don't ask
Then I changed my mind, and I gave her just a hit
She asked me for advice so I gave her just the tip, hold up

What's your name, where you going?
And who you trying to be if you no one?
And have you ever loved someone?
And where you trying to be when the sun goes down?
What's your name, where you going?
And who you trying to be if you no one?
And have you ever loved someone?
And where you trying to be when the sun goes down?

Vroom-Vroom on a motherfucker peelin down the street
Stillmatic stuck in my CD player on repeat
Xany candy coatin everything I wanna eat
I got the munchies so I hit the pharmacy to get a feast
I paint you a picture
Don't fuck with my clique cause
My brothas and sistas all up on they shit
Troy Boi got that real mcCoy-Coy, no lies
You already know it's on when you hear that B-O-I
Everybody-Everybody Duck (Why?)
Cause I'm comin thru, comin-comin through high
Call up Eddie Money he's my boy who got the plug
Guaranteed he got them passed-tense drags (What?) Drugs!
I'm off of that gravy and swervin
Till I hit the gravy and no one can pay me stop
Not able to be inconspicuous, doing ridiculous shit
And not carin who watch
Better believe it I'm better than he is
And they just be hustling you for your pieces of paper with faces of presidents on them
All of them just want your money

What's your name, where you going?
And who you trying to be if you no one?
And have you ever loved someone?
And where you trying to be when the sun goes down?

Yippee Ki‐Yay, motherfucker
I'll take you on a ride through CA, motherfucker
It's Lox
I do this every day, motherfucker
If you ain't with it, then you up in the way, motherfucker
It's the chatterbox
Troyboi on the beat
That's a wrap