Snoop Dogg, LBC Crew, Kurupt - Gold Rush lyrics
Snoop Dogg [Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr.] Long Beach, California, U.S 🇺🇸
[Snoop Dogg, LBC Crew, Kurupt - Gold Rush lyrics]
Josey Wales was known for
Robbin' trains and banks
Layin everybody down for diamond
Rings and chains
It remains the same in the year you live in
See 'Cause 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
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)
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 hoes 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 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 peace-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)
Robbin' trains and banks
Layin everybody down for diamond
Rings and chains
It remains the same in the year you live in
See 'Cause 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
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)
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 hoes 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 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 peace-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)