The Wild, Wild West
Shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up
The Wild, Wild West
The Wild, Wild West
Shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up
The Wild, Wild West, uh
The Wild, Wild West
Josey Wales was known for robbin' trains and thangs
Layin' everybody down for diamond rings and chains
It remains the same in the year you live in, see (Why?)
'Cause if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll gon' kick in (Kick in)
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school
When it's time to duel, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one clock
And when it strike twelve, one of y'all gon' drop (Pew)
If you're quick on the draw (Hm)
You're gon' see tomorrow
But if you're too slow
I catch you on the downlow (Oh no)
Oh no, you mean The Kid, shit's real
Ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gangbang
The Fo' Horsemen, that's the clique I'm wit'
You mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy trigga fingas? (With the itchy trigga fingas?)
Yeah, we're on a mission to Kansas, slippin' thru Texas
We stopped at Bonanza, to get us some hotcakes, bacon and eggs
Then we slip in the whorehouse, to get us some leg
Hop back on the horses, enforcers of courses (Haha)
The niggas in black, the fearless Four Horsemen
Searchin' for this location on the map (On the map)
The gold rush, baby, got ta have it (I gots ta have it)
It feels just like it's 1865 (Five)
And a trigga look-a-day is how I ride
On and on and on, it's mo' strange
Time to heat, shootin' range (Phew)
Quick with the heat on their hip
Young Jesse James came to test your aim (Test it)
I seen you at the Wild Horny Corral
I hearda ya name (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tha falsify, nigga, you ain't never lie (Nigga, you ain't never lie)
Besides, I'm in the mood so at high noon we ride (Right)
From coast to coast, niggas mash on every stage coach
My disciples with rifles lethal in whole posts
The off-the-rocker rollercoaster
On a six-shooter holster
With DPG on every "Wanted" poster (DPG)
Let me think about, which bank to gank (Uh-huh)
Which fellow ta shoot and which teller to shank?
I want all the shit you got in stacks
Attached to this skirt in the corner (Come on, bitch)
So I snatched the bitch in the back (What up, bitch?)
The dog in me feels for the lust
But the hog in me makes me wanna bust (Nigga, bust)
Back to the drawin' down board
Nowadays, we drawn down more
To survive the all around wars (So?)
Battle up, or saddle up and shake the scene
Or getcha pockets shaken, clean the slugs in ya spleen
I can't help it (Uh-huh), I'm heartless, ya can't hack it (hack it)
With my six-shooters on my hips and dusty jacket (Jacket)
Like that (Like that), cock back (Cock what?)
Quick to pull my strap
Just to put the Horsemen on the map
(The gold rush)
Fool, it's Doggystyle, individual, James got the hots
I got the six shots for all the plans and plots
I got lots, o' cash stashed in money bags
Worthy workers for the rush and blabbermouths in gags
I got stacks (Stacks), so my stacks excel
Hop in the coach wit my twelve Clydesdales and bells
I'm on the move, smoove, to my decoy horse
A .30-30 on my side to shoot a nigga, o' course (Pah, pash)
It ain't no stoppin', Young Josey
Box all the nosey
Headed to the saloon with my platoon where all the hoes be
Left a dusty trail, bailed in swell
Gold spurs on the Gators, set back the clientele
Oh well, for the recop, I prop my bet
Divide between my homies and ride the sunset (Zoop)
Two sacks o' money from the train heist
They ain't even counted it up
Just mounted it up (Let's go, let's go, lets go)
Rode west toward the coaster
Six-shooters in the holster
Pass thru a run-down town whose walls hold my poster (Damn)
Closer I get ta death which is every second makes me sweat
So I gotta have what I can get
Heard word about the gold rush (Gold rush), and headed West
On my white horsey with three straps in my knapsack
Giddy up, the next town I rode thru
I had to threaten to blow their city up, uh
Bumped heads with Chief Black Hawk, five miles West
Sell us some beads
Inhaling some weed
He offered me a toke
He didn't have a joint he had that peace-pipe smoke
I almost choked
Grateful for the get-right, I'm off into the sunset
Tryna reach my destiny fast
It's these two bags o' cash
.44's cocked, I ain't makin' no mo' stops
Till I hit the spot, I made it twelve on the dot
I slid off my boots (Uh)
Counted my loot (Yeah)
Five minutes after the strike of midnight
I counted 200 G's, I cocked my strap, and slept tight
(At the gold rush, at the gold rush
At the gold rush, at the gold rush)
