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







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 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







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)