Gold Rush

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, **** *, youll go kick in
And thats just the rules set by the fool from the ol school
When its time to duel, you get two men
Two heaters, one street, one clock
and when it strike twelve one of yall gon drop
If youre quick on the draw youre gon see the morgue
but if youre too slow
I catch you on the downlow (Oh no)
Oh no, you mean The Kid, s**ts real
I aint no John Wayne, these ****** gangbang
The Four Hor*****, thats the click Im wit
You mean the little bitty ****** with the itchy trigger fingers
Yeah, were 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 its 1865
and a trigger look-a-day is how I ride
On and on and on its 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 aint never lie
Besides Im 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
The Dogg in me feels for the lust
but the hogg in me makes me wanna bust
Back to the drawin down board
so I snatched the ***** in the back
Nowadays we drawn down more
To survive thru all the round wards
Battle up or saddle up and shake the scene
or getcha pockets shaken, clean the slugs in ya spleen
I cant help it , Im heartless, ya cant 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
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
Im on the move, smooth, to my decoy horse
A 30- 30 on my side to shoot a ***** o course
It aint 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 andride the sunset
Two sacks o money from the train heist
They aint 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 didnt have a 20 he had they beads-pipe smoke
I almost choked
Break him for the get, right, Im off into the sunset
tryin ta reach my destiny fast
Its these two bags o cash
44s c**ked I aint 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)