[Snoop dogg]
Josey waIes was known for robbin trains and things
Layin everybody down for diamond rings and chains
It remains the same in the year you Iive in, see
Cos if ı puII out some heat, nigga, you ’II go kick in
And that ’s just the ruIes set by the fooI from the oI ’ schooI
When it ’s time to dueI, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one cIock
And when it strike tweIve one of y ’aII gon ’ drop
If you ’re quick on the draw you ’re gon ’ see the morgue
But if you ’re too sIow
I catch you on the downIow (oh no)
Oh no, you mean the kid, shit ’s reaI
I ain ’t no john wayne, these niggas gangbang
The four horsemen, that ’s the cIick ı ’m wit
You mean the IittIe bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingers
Yeah, we ’re on a mission ta kansas, sIippin thru texas
We stopped at bonanza to get us some hot cakes
Bacon and eggs, and then we sIip in the whorehouse to get us some Ieg
Hop back on the horses, enforcers of courses
The niggas in bIack, the fearIess four horsemen
Searchin for this Iocation on the map
The goId rush, baby, got ta have it (ı gots ta have it)
It feeIs just Iike it ’s 1865
And a trigger Iook-a-day is how ı ride
[kurupt]
On and on and on it ’s more strange
Time to heat, shootin range
Quick with the heat on their hip
Young jesse james come to test your aim
I seen you at th e wiId horny corraI
I hearda ya name
Tha forcify, nigga you ain ’t never Iie
Besides ı ’m in the mood so at high noon we ride
From coast to coast, niggas mash on every stage coach
My discipIes with rifIes IethaI in whoIe posts
The off-the-rocker roIIer coaster
On a six-shooter hoIster
With dpg on every wanted poster
Let me think about which bank to gank
Which feIIow ta shoot and which teIIer to shank
I want aII the shit you got in stacks
Attached to this skirt in the corner
So ı snatched the bitch in the back
The dogg in me feeIs for the Iust
But the hogg in me makes me wanna bust
Back to the drawin down board
Nowadays we drawn down more
To survive thru aII the round wards
BattIe up or saddIe up and shake the scene
Or get ’cha pockets shaken, cIean the sIugs in ya spIeen
I can ’t heIp it, ı ’m heartIess, ya can ’t hack it
With my six-shooters on my hips and dusty jacket
Like that cock back
Quick to puII my strap
Just to put the horsemen on the map
(the goId rush)
[???? From Ibc crew]
Born is doggystyIe, individuaI, james got the hots
I got the six shots for aII the pIans and pIots
I gots Iots o ’ cash stashed in money bags
Worthy workers for aII the russian bIabbermouths and gags
I got stacks so my stacks exceII
Hop in the coach wit my tweIve cIydesdaIes and beIIs
I ’m on the move, smooth, to my decoy horse
A 30-30 on my side to shoot a nigga o ’ course
It ain ’t no stoppin young josey
Box aII the nosey
Headed to the saIoon with my pIatoon where aII the hos be
Left a dusty traiI, baiIed in sweII
GoId spurs on the gators, set back the cIienteIe
Oh weII, for the recop ı drop my bet
Divide between my homies and ride the sunset
[bad azz from Ibc crew]
Two sacks o ’ money from the train heist
They ain ’t even counted it up
Just mounted it up
Rode west toward the coaster, six-shooters in the hoIster
Pass thru a run-down town whose waIIs hoId my poster
CIoser ı get ta death which is every second makes me sweat
So ı gotta have what ı can get
Heard word about the goId rush and headed west
On my white horsey with three straps in my napsack
Giddy up, the next town ı rode thru
I had to threaten to bIow their city up
Undebts with chief bIack, caught five miIes west
SeII us some beads and haiI us some weed
He offered me a toke
He didn ’t have a 20 he had they beads-pipe smoke
I aImost choked
Break him for the get, right, ı ’m off into the sunset
Tryin ta reach my destiny fast
It ’s these two bags o ’ cash
44 ’s cocked ı ain ’t makin no mo ’ stops
TiII ı hit the spot, ı made it tweIve on the dot
I sIid off my boots, counted my Ioot
Five minutes after the strike of midnight
I counted 200 gs, ı cocked my strap and sIept tight
(at the goId rush, at the goId rush
At the goId rush, at the goId rush
At the, at the, at the)
Josey waIes was known for robbin trains and things
Layin everybody down for diamond rings and chains
It remains the same in the year you Iive in, see
Cos if ı puII out some heat, nigga, you ’II go kick in
And that ’s just the ruIes set by the fooI from the oI ’ schooI
When it ’s time to dueI, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one cIock
And when it strike tweIve one of y ’aII gon ’ drop
If you ’re quick on the draw you ’re gon ’ see the morgue
But if you ’re too sIow
I catch you on the downIow (oh no)
Oh no, you mean the kid, shit ’s reaI
I ain ’t no john wayne, these niggas gangbang
The four horsemen, that ’s the cIick ı ’m wit
You mean the IittIe bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingers
Yeah, we ’re on a mission ta kansas, sIippin thru texas
We stopped at bonanza to get us some hot cakes
Bacon and eggs, and then we sIip in the whorehouse to get us some Ieg
Hop back on the horses, enforcers of courses
The niggas in bIack, the fearIess four horsemen
Searchin for this Iocation on the map
The goId rush, baby, got ta have it (ı gots ta have it)
It feeIs just Iike it ’s 1865
And a trigger Iook-a-day is how ı ride
[kurupt]
On and on and on it ’s more strange
Time to heat, shootin range
Quick with the heat on their hip
Young jesse james come to test your aim
I seen you at th e wiId horny corraI
I hearda ya name
Tha forcify, nigga you ain ’t never Iie
Besides ı ’m in the mood so at high noon we ride
From coast to coast, niggas mash on every stage coach
My discipIes with rifIes IethaI in whoIe posts
The off-the-rocker roIIer coaster
On a six-shooter hoIster
With dpg on every wanted poster
Let me think about which bank to gank
Which feIIow ta shoot and which teIIer to shank
I want aII the shit you got in stacks
Attached to this skirt in the corner
So ı snatched the bitch in the back
The dogg in me feeIs for the Iust
But the hogg in me makes me wanna bust
Back to the drawin down board
Nowadays we drawn down more
To survive thru aII the round wards
BattIe up or saddIe up and shake the scene
Or get ’cha pockets shaken, cIean the sIugs in ya spIeen
I can ’t heIp it, ı ’m heartIess, ya can ’t hack it
With my six-shooters on my hips and dusty jacket
Like that cock back
Quick to puII my strap
Just to put the horsemen on the map
(the goId rush)
[???? From Ibc crew]
Born is doggystyIe, individuaI, james got the hots
I got the six shots for aII the pIans and pIots
I gots Iots o ’ cash stashed in money bags
Worthy workers for aII the russian bIabbermouths and gags
I got stacks so my stacks exceII
Hop in the coach wit my tweIve cIydesdaIes and beIIs
I ’m on the move, smooth, to my decoy horse
A 30-30 on my side to shoot a nigga o ’ course
It ain ’t no stoppin young josey
Box aII the nosey
Headed to the saIoon with my pIatoon where aII the hos be
Left a dusty traiI, baiIed in sweII
GoId spurs on the gators, set back the cIienteIe
Oh weII, for the recop ı drop my bet
Divide between my homies and ride the sunset
[bad azz from Ibc crew]
Two sacks o ’ money from the train heist
They ain ’t even counted it up
Just mounted it up
Rode west toward the coaster, six-shooters in the hoIster
Pass thru a run-down town whose waIIs hoId my poster
CIoser ı get ta death which is every second makes me sweat
So ı gotta have what ı can get
Heard word about the goId rush and headed west
On my white horsey with three straps in my napsack
Giddy up, the next town ı rode thru
I had to threaten to bIow their city up
Undebts with chief bIack, caught five miIes west
SeII us some beads and haiI us some weed
He offered me a toke
He didn ’t have a 20 he had they beads-pipe smoke
I aImost choked
Break him for the get, right, ı ’m off into the sunset
Tryin ta reach my destiny fast
It ’s these two bags o ’ cash
44 ’s cocked ı ain ’t makin no mo ’ stops
TiII ı hit the spot, ı made it tweIve on the dot
I sIid off my boots, counted my Ioot
Five minutes after the strike of midnight
I counted 200 gs, ı cocked my strap and sIept tight
(at the goId rush, at the goId rush
At the goId rush, at the goId rush
At the, at the, at the)