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Snoop Doggy Dogg

Genres: Hip-Hop

Gold Rush Lyrics - Snoop Doggy Dogg

(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, 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) 

Oh no, you mean The Kid, shit's real 

I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gangbang 

The Four Horsemen, that's the click I'm wit 

You mean the little bitty niggas 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 niggas in black, the fearless Four Horsemen 

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, 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 ta 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 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 cock back 

quick to pull my strap 

Just to put the Horsemen 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 nigga 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 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 ta reach my destiny fast 

It's these two bags o' cash 

44's cocked 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 cocked 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) 

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