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Gold Rush

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