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Shania Twain - Gold Rush lyrics
(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 spleenShania Twain - Gold Rush - http://motolyrics.com/shania-twain/gold-rush-lyrics.html
 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)








