
Hop in the coach wit my twelve Clydesdales and bells Worthy workers for all the Russian blabbermouths and gags I got's lots o' cash stashed in money bags I got the six shots for all the plans and plots With my six-shooters on my hips and dusty jacketīorn is Doggystyle, individual, James got the hots I can't help it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it Or get'cha pockets shaken, clean the slugs in ya spleen Which fellow ta shoot and which teller to shankīattle up or saddle up and shake the scene My disciples with rifles lethal in whole posts The gold rush, baby, got ta have it (I gots ta have it)īesides I'm in the mood so at high noon we rideįrom coast to coast, niggas mash on every stage coach

The niggas in black, the fearless Four Horsemen Hop back on the horses, enforcers of courses We stopped at Bonanza to get us some hot cakesīacon and eggs, and then we slip in the whorehouse to get us some leg Yeah, we're on a mission ta Kansas, slipping through Texas You mean the little bitty niggas with the itchy trigger fingers The Four Horsemen, that's the click I'm wit

I ain't no John Wayne, these niggas gang-bang If you're quick on the draw you're gon' see the morgue It remains the same in the year you live in, seeĬause if I pull out some heat, nigga, you'll go kick inĪnd that's just the rules set by the fool from the ol' schoolĪnd when it strike twelve one of y'all gon' drop

Laying everybody down for diamond rings and chains Josey Wales was known for robbing trains and things
