《Gold Rush》歌词

[00:00:22] Josey Wales was known for robbin trains and things

[00:00:25] layin everybody down for diamond rings and chains

[00:00:27] It remains the same in the year you live in, see

[00:00:29] Cos if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go kick in

[00:00:33] And that's just the rules set by the fool from the ol' school

[00:00:37] When it's time to duel, you get two men

[00:00:38] Two heaters, one street, one clock

[00:00:41] and when it strike twelve one of y'all gon' drop

[00:00:43] If you're quick on the draw you're gon' see the morgue

[00:00:45] but if you're too slow

[00:00:47] I catch you on the downlow (Oh no)

[00:00:48] Oh no, you mean The Kid, shit's real

[00:00:52] I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gangbang

[00:00:53] The Four Horsemen, that's the click I'm wit

[00:00:55] You mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingers

[00:00:58] Yeah, we're on a mission ta Kansas, slippin thru Texas

[00:01:01] We stopped at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes

[00:01:04] bacon and eggs, and then we slip in the whorehouse to get us some leg

[00:01:07] Hop back on the horses, enforcers of courses

[00:01:08] The niggas in black, the fearless Four Horsemen

[00:01:15] Searchin for this location on the map

[00:01:18] The gold rush, baby, got ta have it (I gots ta have it)

[00:01:22] It feels just like it's 1865

[00:01:24] and a trigger look-a-day is how I ride

[00:01:25] On and on and on it's more strange

[00:01:27] Time to heat, shootin range

[00:01:29] Quick with the heat on their hip

[00:01:30] Young Jesse James come to test your aim

[00:01:33] I seen you at th e Wild Horny Corral

[00:01:35] I hearda ya name

[00:01:37] Tha forcify, nigga you ain't never lie

[00:01:39] Besides I'm in the mood so at high noon we ride

[00:01:41] From coast to coast, niggas mash on every stage coach

[00:01:43] My disciples with rifles lethal in whole posts

[00:01:47] The off-the-rocker roller coaster

[00:01:49] On a six-shooter holster

[00:01:50] with DPG on every Wanted poster

[00:01:52] Let me think about which bank to gank

[00:01:53] which fellow ta shoot and which teller to shank

[00:01:57] I want all the shit you got in stacks

[00:01:59] attached to this skirt in the corner

[00:02:02] The Dogg in me feels for the lust

[00:02:05] but the hogg in me makes me wanna bust

[00:02:07] Back to the drawin down board

[00:02:08] so I snatched the bitch in the back

[00:02:09] Nowadays we drawn down more

[00:02:12] To survive thru all the round wards

[00:02:15] Battle up or saddle up and shake the scene

[00:02:16] or get'cha pockets shaken, clean the slugs in ya spleen

[00:02:18] I can't help it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it

[00:02:21] With my six-shooters on my hips and dusty jacket

[00:02:23] Like that cock back

[00:02:25] quick to pull my strap

[00:02:27] Just to put the Horsemen on the map

[00:02:42] Born is Doggystyle, individual, James got the hots

[00:02:43] I got the six shots for all the plans and plots

[00:02:45] I gots lots o' cash stashed in money bags

[00:02:47] Worthy workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags

[00:02:49] I got stacks so my stacks excell

[00:02:52] Hop in the coach wit my twelve Clydesdales and bells

[00:02:55] I'm on the move, smooth, to my decoy horse

[00:02:57] A 30-30 on my side to shoot a nigga o' course

[00:03:00] It ain't no stoppin young Josey

[00:03:02] Box all the nosey

[00:03:04] Headed to the saloon with my platoon where all the hos be

[00:03:06] Left a dusty trail, bailed in swell

[00:03:08] Gold spurs on the Gators, set back the clientele

[00:03:10] Oh well, for the recop I drop my bet

[00:03:13] Divide between my homies and ride the sunset

[00:03:16] Two sacks o' money from the train heist

[00:03:19] They ain't even counted it up

[00:03:20] just mounted it up

[00:03:22] Rode west toward the coaster, six-shooters in the holster

[00:03:24] Pass thru a run-down town whose walls hold my poster

[00:03:27] Closer I get ta death which is every second makes me sweat

[00:03:30] so I gotta have what I can get

[00:03:32] Heard word about the gold rush and headed West

[00:03:34] on my white horsey with three straps in my napsack

[00:03:37] Giddy up, the next town I rode thru

[00:03:40] I had to threaten to blow their city up

[00:03:43] Undebts with Chief Black, caught five miles west

[00:03:45] sell us some beads and hail us some weed

[00:03:47] He offered me a toke

[00:03:50] he didn't have a 20 he had they beads-pipe smoke

[00:03:51] I almost choked

[00:03:53] Break him for the get, right, I'm off into the sunset

[00:03:55] tryin ta reach my destiny fast

[00:03:58] It's these two bags o' cash

[00:04:00] 44's cocked I ain't makin no mo' stops

[00:04:01] till I hit the spot, I made it twelve on the dot

[00:04:03] I slid off my boots, counted my loot

[00:04:06] Five minutes after the strike of midnight

[00:04:10] I counted 200 Gs, I cocked my strap and slept tight

[00:04:13] (At the gold rush, at the gold rush

[00:04:14] at the gold rush, at the gold rush

[00:04:15] at the, at the, at the)