Gold Rush Lyrics

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, nigga, 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, you mean The Kid, shit's real I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gang bang
The Four Horsemen, that's the click I'm with You mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingers Yeah, we're on a mission to Kansas, slippin' through Texas We stopped at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes, bacon and eggs Then we slip in the whorehouse to get us some leg Hop back on the horses, enforcers of courses
The niggas in black, the fearless Four Horsemen Searchin' for this location on the map The gold rush, baby, got to have it It feels just like it's 1865 and a trigger look-a-day is how I ride
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 the Wild Horny Corral, I hearda ya name
Tha forcify nigga, you ain't never lie Besides I'm in the mood, so at high noon we ride From coast to coast, niggas 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 to shoot and which teller to shank I want all the shit you got in stacks, attached to this skirt in the corner So I snatched the bitch 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 through all the round wards
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/gold-rush-lyrics-snoop-dogg.html ] 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, cock back, quick to pull my strap Just to put the Horsemen on the map
Born is Doggystyle, individual, James got the hots I got the six shots for all the plans and plots I got lots of cash stashed in money bags Worthy workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags
I got stacks, so my stacks excel Hop in the coach with my twelve Clydesdales and bells I'm on the move, smooth, to my decoy horse A 30-30 on my side to shoot a nigga of 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
Two sacks of 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 through a run-down town whose walls hold my poster
The closer I get to 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 through 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 weed
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' to reach my destiny fast, it's these two bags of cash
44's cocked, I ain't makin' no more 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 cocked my strap and slept tight