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(Snoop Dogg) |
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Josey Wales was known for robbin trains and things |
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layin everybody down for diamond rings and chains |
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It remains the same in the year you live in, see |
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Cos if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go kick in |
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And that's just the rules set by the fool from the ol' school |
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When it's time to duel, you get two men |
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Two heaters, one street, one clock |
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and when it strike twelve one of y'all gon' drop |
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If you're quick on the draw you're gon' see the morgue |
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but if you're too slow |
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I catch you on the downlow (Oh no) |
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Oh no, you mean The Kid, shit's real |
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I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gangbang |
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The Four Horsemen, that's the click I'm wit |
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You mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingers |
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Yeah, we're on a mission ta Kansas, slippin thru Texas |
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We stopped at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes |
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bacon and eggs, and then we slip in the whorehouse to get us some leg |
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Hop back on the horses, enforcers of courses |
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The niggas in black, the fearless Four Horsemen |
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Searchin for this location on the map |
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The gold rush, baby, got ta have it (I gots ta have it) |
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It feels just like it's 1865 |
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and a trigger look-a-day is how I ride |
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(Kurupt) |
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On and on and on it's more strange |
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Time to heat, shootin range |
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Quick with the heat on their hip |
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Young Jesse James come to test your aim |
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I seen you at th e Wild Horny Corral |
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I hearda ya name |
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Tha forcify, nigga you ain't never lie |
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Besides I'm in the mood so at high noon we ride |
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>From coast to coast, niggas mash on every stage coach |
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My disciples with rifles lethal in whole posts |
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The off-the-rocker roller coaster |
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On a six-shooter holster |
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with DPG on every Wanted poster |
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Let me think about which bank to gank |
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which fellow ta shoot and which teller to shank |
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I want all the shit you got in stacks |
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attached to this skirt in the corner |
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so I snatched the bitch in the back |
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The Dogg in me feels for the lust |
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but the hogg in me makes me wanna bust |
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Back to the drawin down board |
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Nowadays we drawn down more |
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To survive thru all the round wards |
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Battle up or saddle up and shake the scene |
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or get'cha pockets shaken, clean the slugs in ya spleen |
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I can't help it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it |
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With my six-shooters on my hips and dusty jacket |
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Like that cock back |
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quick to pull my strap |
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Just to put the Horsemen on the map |
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(The gold rush) |
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(???? from LBC Crew) |
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Born is Doggystyle, individual, James got the hots |
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I got the six shots for all the plans and plots |
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I gots lots o' cash stashed in money bags |
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Worthy workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags |
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I got stacks so my stacks excell |
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Hop in the coach wit my twelve Clydesdales and bells |
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I'm on the move, smooth, to my decoy horse |
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A 30-30 on my side to shoot a nigga o' course |
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It ain't no stoppin young Josey |
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Box all the nosey |
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Headed to the saloon with my platoon where all the hos be |
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Left a dusty trail, bailed in swell |
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Gold spurs on the Gators, set back the clientele |
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Oh well, for the recop I drop my bet |
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Divide between my homies and ride the sunset |
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(Bad Azz from LBC Crew) |
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Two sacks o' money from the train heist |
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They ain't even counted it up |
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just mounted it up |
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Rode west toward the coaster, six-shooters in the holster |
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Pass thru a run-down town whose walls hold my poster |
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Closer I get ta death which is every second makes me sweat |
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so I gotta have what I can get |
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Heard word about the gold rush and headed West |
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on my white horsey with three straps in my napsack |
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Giddy up, the next town I rode thru |
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I had to threaten to blow their city up |
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Undebts with Chief Black, caught five miles west |
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sell us some beads and hail us some weed |
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He offered me a toke |
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he didn't have a 20 he had they beads-pipe smoke |
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I almost choked |
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Break him for the get, right, I'm off into the sunset |
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tryin ta reach my destiny fast |
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It's these two bags o' cash |
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44's cocked I ain't makin no mo' stops |
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till I hit the spot, I made it twelve on the dot |
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I slid off my boots, counted my loot |
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Five minutes after the strike of midnight |
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I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and slept tight |
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(At the gold rush, at the gold rush |
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at the gold rush, at the gold rush |
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at the, at the, at the) |
