[Snoop Josey Wales was known for robbing and things Laying down for diamond rings and chains It the same in the year you live in, see Cause if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go in And that's just the set by the fool from the ol' school When time to duel, you get two men Two heaters, one street, one And when it strike twelve one of y'all drop If you're quick on the draw gon' see the morgue But if too slow I catch you on the (Oh no) Oh no, you mean The Kid, shit's I ain't no John Wayne, niggas gang-bang The Horsemen, that's the click I'm wit You mean the little bitty niggas with the trigger fingers Yeah, we're on a ta Kansas, slipping through Texas We at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes Bacon and eggs, and we slip in the whorehouse to get us some leg Hop on the horses, enforcers of courses The in black, the fearless Four Horsemen for this location on the map The rush, baby, got ta have it (I gots ta have it) It feels just like 1865 And a trigger is how I ride
On and on and on it's strange Time to heat, range with the heat on their hip Young Jesse come to test your aim I seen you at the Wild Corral I of ya name Tha forcify, you ain't never lie Besides I'm in the so at high noon we ride From coast to coast, mash on every stage coach My disciples with rifles lethal in whole The roller coaster On a holster With DPG on every Wanted Let me think about which bank to Which ta shoot and which teller to shank I all the shit you got in stacks to this skirt in the corner So I snatched the in the back The in me feels for the lust But the hogg in me makes me to bust Back to the drawing board Nowadays we drawn down To survive all the round wards Battle up or up and shake the scene Or get'cha pockets shaken, clean the slugs in ya I can't it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it With my six-shooters on my and dusty jacket Like that back Quick to pull my to put the Horsemen on the map (The rush)
Crew] Born is Doggystyle, individual, James got the I got the six shots for all the plans and I got's o' cash stashed in money bags workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags I got so my stacks excel Hop in the coach wit my Clydesdales and bells I'm on the move, smooth, to my horse A on my side to shoot a nigga o' course It no stopping young Josey Box all the Headed to the with my platoon where all the hos be a dusty trail, bailed in swell Gold spurs on the Gators, set the clientele Oh well, for the I drop my bet Divide between my and ride the sunset
Azz] Two sacks o' money the train heist They ain't even it up mounted it up Rode toward the coaster, six-shooters in the holster Pass through a run-down whose walls hold my poster Closer I get ta death which is every second me sweat So I have what I can get word about the gold rush and headed West On my white with three straps in my knapsack Giddy up, the next town I through I had to threaten to blow city up Undebts with Chief Black, five miles west us some beads and hail us some weed He me a toke He didn't have a 20 he had they smoke I almost him for the get, right, I'm off into the sunset Trying ta my destiny fast It's these two o' cash cocked I ain't making no mo' stops Till I hit the spot, I it twelve on the dot I slid off my boots, my loot minutes after the strike of midnight I counted 200 Gs, I my strap and slept tight (At the gold rush, at the rush At the gold rush, at the gold At the, at the, at the)