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Shit's real\nHe ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gang-bang\nThe Four Horsemen, that's the clique I'm with\nYou mean them little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingers?\nYeah, we on a mission to Kansas, slipping through Texas\nWe stopped at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes\nBacon and eggs, then we slid in the whorehouse to get us some leg\nHop back on the horses, enforcers of courses (ha ha ha)\nThem niggas in black, the fearless Four Horsemen\nSearching for this location on the map (on the map)\nThe Gold Rush, baby, got to have that (I gots to have that)\nIt feels just like it's 1865 (come on)\nAnd a trigger look-a-day is how I ride (you know)\nOn and on and on it's more strange\nTime to hit the shooting range\nQuick with the heater on their hip\nYoung Jesse James came to test your aim (test it)\nI seen you at the Wild Horny Corral\nI heard of your name (yab, yab, yab)\nGet falsified, nigga you ain't never lied\nBesides, I'm in the mood, so at high noon we ride (ride) (let's ride)\nFrom coast to coast, niggas mash on every stagecoach\nMy disciples with rifles lethal and hold posts\nThe off-the-rocker rollercoaster\nOn a six-shooter holster\nWith D-P-G on every wanted poster (D-P-G)\nLet me think about which bank to gank (about what? Uh huh)\nWhich fella to shoot and which teller to shank (shh)\nI want all the shit you got in stacks\nAttached to this skirt on the corner\nSo I snatched the bitch in the back (come on bitch)\nThe dawg in me feels for the lust (the lust)\nBut the hog in me makes me wanna bust (nigga bust)\nBack to the drawn-down board\nNowadays we drawin' down more\nTo survive the all around wars (so)\nBattle up, or saddle up and shake the scene\nOr get your pockets shaken clean, slugs in your spleen\nI can't help it (uh uh), I'm heartless, you can't hack it (hack it, hack it)\nWith my six-shooters on my hips and dusty jacket (jacket, jacket)\nLike that, cock back (cock what?)\nQuick to pull my strap (why?)\nJust to put the Horsemen on the map\nThe Gold Rush\nFor this Doggystyle individual, James got the hots\nI got six shots for all the plans and plots\nI got lots of cash stashed in money bags\nWorthy workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags\nI got stacks (stacks, stacks) so my stacks excel\nHop in the coach with my twelve Clydesdales and bells\nI'm on the move, smooth, to my decoy horse\nA .30, .30 on my side to shoot a nigga of course\nIt ain't no stopping young Josey\nBox all the nosey\nHeaded to the saloon with my platoon where all the hoes be\nLeft a dusty trail (trail), bailed (swell) in swell\nGold spurs on the gators, set back the clientele\nOh well, for the re-cop I'll prop my bet\nDivide between my homies and ride the sunset\nTwo sacks of money from the train heist\nThey ain't even counted it up\nJust mounted it up (let's go Westcoast)\nRode West toward the coast-a, six-shooters in the holster\nPass through a run-down town whose walls hold my poster\nThe closer I get to death, which is every second, makes me sweat\nSo I gotta have what I can get\nHeard word about the Gold Rush (Gold Rush) and headed West\nOn my white horsey with three straps in my knapsack\nGiddy up, the next town I rode through\nI had to threaten to blow they city up\nBumped heads with Chief Blackhawk, five miles west\nSellin' some beads, inhalin' some weed\nHe offered me a toke\nHe didn't have a joint, he had that peace pipe smoke\nI almost choked\nGrateful for the get-right, I'm off into the sunset\nTryna reach my destiny fast\nIt's these two bags of cash\n.44's cocked, I ain't making no more stops\n'Til I hit the spot, I made it twelve on the dot\nI slid off my boots, counted my loot (oh, yeah)\nFive minutes after the strike of midnight\nI counted two hundred G's, I cocked my strap and slept tight\n(At the Gold Rush, at the Gold Rush)\n(At the Gold Rush, at the Gold Rush, at the Gold Rush)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.67] It's the wild wild west\n[00:03.98] It's the wild wild west (shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up)\n[00:06.33] Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up (it's the wild wild west)\n[00:09.00] It's the wild wild west (shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up)\n[00:12.31] The wild wild west\n[00:13.75] Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up (the wild wild west), uh\n[00:17.62] The wild wild west\n[00:21.14] Josey Wales was known for robbing trains and things\n[00:23.81] Laying everybody down for diamond rings and chains\n[00:26.27] It remains the same in the year you live in, see (why?)\n[00:28.96] 'Cause if I pull out some heat, nigga, you gon' kick in (kick in)\n[00:32.18] And that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school\n[00:35.41] When it's time to duel, you get two men\n[00:37.72] Two heaters, one street, one clock\n[00:39.24] And when it strike twelve, one of y'all gon' drop\n[00:41.91] If you quick on the draw, you gon' see tomorrow (mhm)\n[00:44.33] But if you too slow\n[00:45.62] I catch you on the down-low (oh no)\n[00:47.44] Oh no, you mean to kill? Shit's real\n[00:49.85] He ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gang-bang\n[00:51.99] The Four Horsemen, that's the clique I'm with\n[00:54.30] You mean them little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingers?\n[00:57.44] Yeah, we on a mission to Kansas, slipping through Texas\n[01:00.48] We stopped at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes\n[01:03.70] Bacon and eggs, then we slid in the whorehouse to get us some leg\n[01:07.62] Hop back on the horses, enforcers of courses (ha ha ha)\n[01:10.72] Them niggas in black, the fearless Four Horsemen\n[01:13.77] Searching for this location on the map (on the map)\n[01:16.35] The Gold Rush, baby, got to have that (I gots to have that)\n[01:18.97] It feels just like it's 1865 (come on)\n[01:21.27] And a trigger look-a-day is how I ride (you know)\n[01:24.66] On and on and on it's more strange\n[01:26.25] Time to hit the shooting range\n[01:27.86] Quick with the heater on their hip\n[01:29.54] Young Jesse James came to test your aim (test it)\n[01:31.83] I seen you at the Wild Horny Corral\n[01:33.69] I heard of your name (yab, yab, yab)\n[01:34.50] Get falsified, nigga you ain't never lied\n[01:37.41] Besides, I'm in the mood, so at high noon we ride (ride) (let's ride)\n[01:40.00] From coast to coast, niggas mash on every stagecoach\n[01:42.61] My disciples with rifles lethal and hold posts\n[01:45.28] The off-the-rocker rollercoaster\n[01:47.16] On a six-shooter holster\n[01:48.53] With D-P-G on every wanted poster (D-P-G)\n[01:50.78] Let me think about which bank to gank (about what? Uh huh)\n[01:53.25] Which fella to shoot and which teller to shank (shh)\n[01:55.80] I want all the shit you got in stacks\n[01:57.56] Attached to this skirt on the corner\n[01:59.36] So I snatched the bitch in the back (come on bitch)\n[02:01.02] The dawg in me feels for the lust (the lust)\n[02:03.21] But the hog in me makes me wanna bust (nigga bust)\n[02:06.18] Back to the drawn-down board\n[02:07.64] Nowadays we drawin' down more\n[02:10.00] To survive the all around wars (so)\n[02:11.77] Battle up, or saddle up and shake the scene\n[02:14.40] Or get your pockets shaken clean, slugs in your spleen\n[02:17.21] I can't help it (uh uh), I'm heartless, you can't hack it (hack it, hack it)\n[02:19.56] With my six-shooters on my hips and dusty jacket (jacket, jacket)\n[02:22.33] Like that, cock back (cock what?)\n[02:23.99] Quick to pull my strap (why?)\n[02:25.41] Just to put the Horsemen on the map\n[02:27.48] The Gold Rush\n[02:37.57] For this Doggystyle individual, James got the hots\n[02:40.77] I got six shots for all the plans and plots\n[02:43.13] I got lots of cash stashed in money bags\n[02:45.56] Worthy workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags\n[02:48.07] I got stacks (stacks, stacks) so my stacks excel\n[02:50.82] Hop in the coach with my twelve Clydesdales and bells\n[02:53.41] I'm on the move, smooth, to my decoy horse\n[02:55.81] A .30, .30 on my side to shoot a nigga of course\n[02:58.49] It ain't no stopping young Josey\n[02:59.98] Box all the nosey\n[03:01.31] Headed to the saloon with my platoon where all the hoes be\n[03:04.14] Left a dusty trail (trail), bailed (swell) in swell\n[03:06.54] Gold spurs on the gators, set back the clientele\n[03:09.53] Oh well, for the re-cop I'll prop my bet\n[03:11.95] Divide between my homies and ride the sunset\n[03:14.82] Two sacks of money from the train heist\n[03:16.90] They ain't even counted it up\n[03:18.44] Just mounted it up (let's go Westcoast)\n[03:19.57] Rode West toward the coast-a, six-shooters in the holster\n[03:22.39] Pass through a run-down town whose walls hold my poster\n[03:25.15] The closer I get to death, which is every second, makes me sweat\n[03:28.42] So I gotta have what I can get\n[03:30.31] Heard word about the Gold Rush (Gold Rush) and headed West\n[03:32.99] On my white horsey with three straps in my knapsack\n[03:35.95] Giddy up, the next town I rode through\n[03:38.18] I had to threaten to blow they city up\n[03:41.00] Bumped heads with Chief Blackhawk, five miles west\n[03:43.24] Sellin' some beads, inhalin' some weed\n[03:45.43] He offered me a toke\n[03:46.68] He didn't have a joint, he had that peace pipe smoke\n[03:49.51] I almost choked\n[03:51.23] Grateful for the get-right, I'm off into the sunset\n[03:53.71] Tryna reach my destiny fast\n[03:55.54] It's these two bags of cash\n[03:57.12] .44's cocked, I ain't making no more stops\n[03:59.40] 'Til I hit the spot, I made it twelve on the dot\n[04:01.91] I slid off my boots, counted my 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 And when it strike twelve, one of y'all gon' drop\n  If you quick on the draw, you gon' see tomorrow (mhm)\n  But if you too slow\n  I catch you on the down-low (oh no)\n  Oh no, you mean to kill? 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 And when it strike twelve, one of y'all gon' drop\n  If you quick on the draw, you gon' see tomorrow (mhm)\n  But if you too slow\n  I catch you on the down-low (oh no)\n  Oh no, you mean to kill? Shit's real\n  He ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gang-bang\n  The Four Horsemen, that's the clique I'm with\n  You mean them little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingers?\n  Yeah, we on a mission to Kansas, slipping through Texas\n  We stopped at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes\n  Bacon and eggs, then we slid in the whorehouse to get us some leg\n  Hop back on the horses, enforcers of courses (ha ha ha)\n  Them niggas in black, the fearless Four Horsemen\n  Searching for this location on the map (on the map)\n  The Gold Rush, baby, got to have that (I gots to have that)\n  It feels just like it's 1865 (come on)\n  And a trigger look-a-day is how I ride (you know)\n  On and on and on it's more strange\n  Time to hit the shooting range\n  Quick with the heater on their hip\n  Young Jesse James came to test your aim (test it)\n  I seen you at the Wild Horny Corral\n  I heard of your name (yab, yab, yab)\n  Get falsified, nigga you ain't never lied\n  Besides, I'm in the mood, so at high noon we ride (ride) (let's ride)\n  From coast to coast, niggas mash on every stagecoach\n  My disciples with rifles lethal and hold posts\n  The off-the-rocker rollercoaster\n  On a six-shooter holster\n  With D-P-G on every wanted poster (D-P-G)\n  Let me think about which bank to gank (about what? 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was known for robbin trains and things\nLayin' everybody down for diamond rings and chains\nIt remains the same in the year you live in, see\nCos if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go kick in\nAnd that's just the rules set by the fool from the ol' school\nWhen it's time to duel, you get two men\nTwo heaters, one street, one clock\nAnd when it strike twelve one of y'all gon' drop\nIf you're quick on the draw you're gon' see the morgue\nBut if you're too slow\nI catch you on the downlow (Oh no)\nOh no, you mean The Kid, shit's real\nI ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gangbang\nThe Four Horsemen, that's the click I'm wit\nYou mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingers\nYeah, we're on a mission ta Kansas, slippin thru Texas\nWe stopped at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes\nBacon and eggs, and then we slip in the whorehouse to get us some leg\nHop back on the horses, enforcers of courses\nThe niggas in black, the fearless Four Horsemen\nSearchin for this location on the 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wit\n[00:54.10] You mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingers\n[00:55.55] Yeah, we're on a mission ta Kansas, slippin thru Texas\n[00:58.84] We stopped at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes\n[01:01.46] Bacon and eggs, and then we slip in the whorehouse to get us some leg\n[01:05.48] Hop back on the horses, enforcers of courses\n[01:08.88] The niggas in black, the fearless Four Horsemen\n[01:10.65] Searchin for this location on the map\n[01:14.37] The gold rush, baby, got ta have it (I gots ta have it)\n[01:17.47] It feels just like it's 1865\n[01:19.28] And a trigger look-a-day is how I ride\n[01:20.53] (Kurupt)\n[01:25.23] On and on and on it's more strange\n[01:26.68] Time to heat, shootin range\n[01:28.67] Quick with the heat on their hip\n[01:30.92] Young Jesse James come to test your aim\n[01:31.27] I seen you at th e Wild Horny Corral\n[01:34.33] I hearda ya name\n[01:36.56] Tha forcify, nigga you ain't never lie\n[01:39.01] Besides I'm in the mood so at high noon 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(it's the wild wild west)\nIt's the wild wild west (shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up)\nThe wild wild west\nShoot 'em up, shoot 'em up (the wild wild west), uh\nThe wild wild west\nJosey Wales was known for robbing trains and things\nLaying everybody down for diamond rings and chains\nIt remains the same in the year you live in, see (why?)\n'Cause if I pull out some heat, nigga, you gon' kick in (kick in)\nAnd that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school\nWhen it's time to duel, you get two men\nTwo heaters, one street, one clock\nAnd when it strike twelve, one of y'all gon' drop\nIf you quick on the draw, you gon' see tomorrow (mhm)\nBut if you too slow\nI catch you on the down-low (oh no)\nOh no, you mean to kill? Shit's real\nHe ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gang-bang\nThe Four Horsemen, that's the clique I'm with\nYou mean them little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingers?\nYeah, we on a mission to Kansas, slipping through Texas\nWe stopped at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes\nBacon and eggs, then we slid in the whorehouse to get us some leg\nHop back on the horses, enforcers of courses (ha ha ha)\nThem niggas in black, the fearless Four Horsemen\nSearching for this location on the map (on the map)\nThe Gold Rush, baby, got to have that (I gots to have that)\nIt feels just like it's 1865 (come on)\nAnd a trigger look-a-day is how I ride (you know)\nOn and on and on it's more strange\nTime to hit the shooting range\nQuick with the heater on their hip\nYoung Jesse James came to test your aim (test it)\nI seen you at the Wild Horny Corral\nI heard of your name (yab, yab, yab)\nGet falsified, nigga you ain't never lied\nBesides, I'm in the mood, so at high noon we ride (ride) (let's ride)\nFrom coast to coast, niggas mash on every stagecoach\nMy disciples with rifles lethal and hold posts\nThe off-the-rocker rollercoaster\nOn a six-shooter holster\nWith D-P-G on every wanted poster (D-P-G)\nLet me think about which bank to gank (about what? Uh huh)\nWhich fella to shoot and which teller to shank (shh)\nI want all the shit you got in stacks\nAttached to this skirt on the corner\nSo I snatched the bitch in the back (come on bitch)\nThe dawg in me feels for the lust (the lust)\nBut the hog in me makes me wanna bust (nigga bust)\nBack to the drawn-down board\nNowadays we drawin' down more\nTo survive the all around wars (so)\nBattle up, or saddle up and shake the scene\nOr get your pockets shaken clean, slugs in your spleen\nI can't help it (uh uh), I'm heartless, you can't hack it (hack it, hack it)\nWith my six-shooters on my hips and dusty jacket (jacket, jacket)\nLike that, cock back (cock what?)\nQuick to pull my strap (why?)\nJust to put the Horsemen on the map\nThe Gold Rush\nFor this Doggystyle individual, James got the hots\nI got six shots for all the plans and plots\nI got lots of cash stashed in money bags\nWorthy workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags\nI got stacks (stacks, stacks) so my stacks excel\nHop in the coach with my twelve Clydesdales and bells\nI'm on the move, smooth, to my decoy horse\nA .30, .30 on my side to shoot a nigga of course\nIt ain't no stopping young Josey\nBox all the nosey\nHeaded to the saloon with my platoon where all the hoes be\nLeft a dusty trail (trail), bailed (swell) in swell\nGold spurs on the gators, set back the clientele\nOh well, for the re-cop I'll prop my bet\nDivide between my homies and ride the sunset\nTwo sacks of money from the train heist\nThey ain't even counted it up\nJust mounted it up (let's go Westcoast)\nRode West toward the coast-a, six-shooters in the holster\nPass through a run-down town whose walls hold my poster\nThe closer I get to death, which is every second, makes me sweat\nSo I gotta have what I can get\nHeard word about the Gold Rush (Gold Rush) and headed West\nOn my white horsey with three straps in my knapsack\nGiddy up, the next town I rode through\nI had to threaten to blow they city up\nBumped heads with Chief Blackhawk, five miles west\nSellin' some beads, inhalin' some weed\nHe offered me a toke\nHe didn't have a joint, he had that peace pipe smoke\nI almost choked\nGrateful for the get-right, I'm off into the sunset\nTryna reach my destiny fast\nIt's these two bags of cash\n.44's cocked, I ain't making no more stops\n'Til I hit the spot, I made it twelve on the dot\nI slid off my boots, counted my loot (oh, yeah)\nFive minutes after the strike of midnight\nI counted two hundred G's, I cocked my strap and slept tight\n(At the Gold Rush, at the Gold Rush)\n(At the Gold Rush, at the Gold Rush, at the Gold Rush)","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.67] It's the wild wild west\n[00:03.98] It's the wild wild west (shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up)\n[00:06.33] Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up (it's the wild wild west)\n[00:09.00] It's the wild wild west (shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up)\n[00:12.31] The wild wild west\n[00:13.75] Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up (the wild wild west), uh\n[00:17.62] The wild wild west\n[00:21.14] Josey Wales was known for robbing trains and things\n[00:23.81] Laying everybody down for diamond rings and chains\n[00:26.27] It remains the same in the year you live in, see (why?)\n[00:28.96] 'Cause if I pull out some heat, nigga, you gon' kick in (kick in)\n[00:32.18] And that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school\n[00:35.41] When it's time to duel, you get two men\n[00:37.72] Two heaters, one street, one clock\n[00:39.24] And when it strike twelve, one of y'all gon' drop\n[00:41.91] If you quick on the draw, you gon' see tomorrow (mhm)\n[00:44.33] But if you too slow\n[00:45.62] I catch you on the down-low (oh no)\n[00:47.44] Oh no, you mean to kill? 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Uh huh)\n[01:53.25] Which fella to shoot and which teller to shank (shh)\n[01:55.80] I want all the shit you got in stacks\n[01:57.56] Attached to this skirt on the corner\n[01:59.36] So I snatched the bitch in the back (come on bitch)\n[02:01.02] The dawg in me feels for the lust (the lust)\n[02:03.21] But the hog in me makes me wanna bust (nigga bust)\n[02:06.18] Back to the drawn-down board\n[02:07.64] Nowadays we drawin' down more\n[02:10.00] To survive the all around wars (so)\n[02:11.77] Battle up, or saddle up and shake the scene\n[02:14.40] Or get your pockets shaken clean, slugs in your spleen\n[02:17.21] I can't help it (uh uh), I'm heartless, you can't hack it (hack it, hack it)\n[02:19.56] With my six-shooters on my hips and dusty jacket (jacket, jacket)\n[02:22.33] Like that, cock back (cock what?)\n[02:23.99] Quick to pull my strap (why?)\n[02:25.41] Just to put the Horsemen on the map\n[02:27.48] The Gold Rush\n[02:37.57] For this Doggystyle individual, James got the 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 And when it strike twelve, one of y'all gon' drop\n  If you quick on the draw, you gon' see tomorrow (mhm)\n  But if you too slow\n  I catch you on the down-low (oh no)\n  Oh no, you mean to kill? Shit's real\n  He ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gang-bang\n  The Four Horsemen, that's the clique I'm with\n  You mean them little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingers?\n  Yeah, we on a mission to Kansas, slipping through Texas\n  We stopped at Bonanza to get us some hot cakes\n  Bacon and eggs, then we slid in the whorehouse to get us some leg\n  Hop back on the horses, enforcers of courses (ha ha ha)\n  Them niggas in black, the fearless Four Horsemen\n  Searching for this location on the map (on the map)\n  The Gold Rush, baby, got to have that (I gots to have that)\n  It feels just like it's 1865 (come on)\n  And a trigger look-a-day is how I ride (you know)\n  On and on and on it's more strange\n  Time to hit the shooting range\n  Quick with the heater on their hip\n  Young Jesse James came to test your aim (test it)\n  I seen you at the Wild Horny Corral\n  I heard of your name (yab, yab, yab)\n  Get falsified, nigga you ain't never lied\n  Besides, I'm in the mood, so at high noon we ride (ride) (let's ride)\n  From coast to coast, niggas mash on every stagecoach\n  My disciples with rifles lethal and hold posts\n  The off-the-rocker rollercoaster\n  On a six-shooter holster\n  With D-P-G on every wanted poster (D-P-G)\n  Let me think about which bank to gank (about what? 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