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Snoop Doggy Dogg - Groupie lyrics
featuring Kurupt L.B.C. Crew
(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 Snoop Doggy Dogg - Groupie - http://motolyrics.com/snoop-doggy-dogg/groupie-lyrics.html
 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)









