Snoop Dogg - Gold Rush Lyrics
(snoop dogg)Josey wales was known for robbin trains and thingsLayin everybody down for diamond rings and chainsIt remains the same in the year you live in, seeCos if I pull out some heat, nigga, youll go kick inAnd thats just the rules set by the fool from the ol schoolWhen its time to duel, you get two menTwo heaters, one street, one clockAnd when it strike twelve one of yall gon dropIf youre quick on the draw youre gon see the morgueBut if youre too slowI catch you on the downlow (oh no)Oh no, you mean the kid, shits realI aint no john wayne, these niggas gangbangThe four horsemen, thats the click Im witYou mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingersYeah, were on a mission ta kansas, slippin thru texasWe stopped at bonanza to get us some hot cakesBacon and eggs, and then we slip in the whorehouse to get us some legHop back on the horses, enforcers of coursesThe niggas in black, the fearless four horsemenSearchin for this location on the mapThe gold rush, baby, got ta have it (I gots ta have it)It feels just like its 1865And a trigger look-a-day is how I ride(kurupt)On and on and on its more strangeTime to heat, shootin rangeQuick with the heat on their hipYoung jesse james come to test your aimI seen you at th e wild horny corralI hearda ya nameTha forcify, nigga you aint never lieBesides Im in the mood so at high noon we rideFrom coast to coast, niggas mash on every stage coachMy disciples with rifles lethal in whole postsThe off-the-rocker roller coasterOn a six-shooter holsterWith dpg on every wanted posterLet me think about which bank to gankWhich fellow ta shoot and which teller to shankI want all the shit you got in stacksAttached to this skirt in the cornerSo I snatched the ***** in the backThe dogg in me feels for the lustBut the hogg in me makes me wanna bustBack to the drawin down boardNowadays we drawn down moreTo survive thru all the round wardsBattle up or saddle up and shake the sceneOr getcha pockets shaken, clean the slugs in ya spleenI cant help it, Im heartless, ya cant hack itWith my six-shooters on my hips and dusty jacketLike that ***** backQuick to pull my strapJust to put the horsemen on the map(the gold rush)(? ? ? ? from lbc crew)Born is doggystyle, individual, james got the hotsI got the six shots for all the plans and plotsI gots lots o cash stashed in money bagsWorthy workers for all the russian blabbermouths and gagsI got stacks so my stacks excellHop in the coach wit my twelve clydesdales and bellsIm on the move, smooth, to my decoy horseA 30-30 on my side to shoot a nigga o courseIt aint no stoppin young joseyBox all the noseyHeaded to the saloon with my platoon where all the hos beLeft a dusty trail, bailed in swellGold spurs on the gators, set back the clienteleOh well, for the recop I drop my betDivide between my homies and ride the sunset(bad azz from lbc crew)Two sacks o money from the train heistThey aint even counted it upJust mounted it upRode west toward the coaster, six-shooters in the holsterPass thru a run-down town whose walls hold my posterCloser I get ta death which is every second makes me sweatSo I gotta have what I can getHeard word about the gold rush and headed westOn my white horsey with three straps in my napsackGiddy up, the next town I rode thruI had to threaten to blow their city upUndebts with chief black, caught five miles westSell us some beads and hail us some weedHe offered me a tokeHe didnt have a 20 he had they beads-pipe smokeI almost chokedBreak him for the get, right, Im off into the sunsetTryin ta reach my destiny fastIts these two bags o cash44s *****ed I aint makin no mo stopsTill I hit the spot, I made it twelve on the dotI slid off my boots, counted my lootFive minutes after the strike of midnightI counted 200 gs, I *****ed my strap and slept tight(at the gold rush, at the gold rushAt the gold rush, at the gold rushAt the, at the, at the)
