"Come on out with your hands high!

"Hahahaha, with your hands high! 

Hahhaha huh I better reason with him"



Why don't you ride to the rhythm of a nigga don't give a fuck about ya'

Won't even talk about ya', ho

You ain't know? I'm just a hustler, in spite of myself

Ridin' all by myself, without no one else

Looky here

On my Doc Holidays, boy I piss upon your grave

And wipe the smile away

Nigga, don't even try

Fistful of dollars, we gon' ride

Ya hear me, nigga?

See I ain't got that many friends, white tombstone

[???] Me and Rudy go to war with - anybody



From the niggas, to the killas

They callin' me a bad man ridin' 'cross the desert plains

And Mama still can't explain without the 'caine

It's raw, boy

Cowboys hear the "Yippie-yi-yay!"

Murder dancin' where the Indians play

Watch what you say

Durin' the spiritual ritual huntified ceremony

Clickin' swines[?] that'll get you on a Shetland pony

Memoirs of a madman - Killer Carl Cox and Bill Watts

'Couldn't rassle nappy niggas with a lasso

Heated like Tabasco, it's on

Nigga quick on the draw

And he get to bustin' on them bitches like the Last Outlaw

Uh, nigga what!



"Hahha...

Cowboy I'm gonna [???] you are a testly li'l cuss[whistling]"



Niggas and bitches call me Nino Corleone, I got a license to kill

But ain't no playa hatin' in me, I got love for the real

So if you see me with my [guv?], just move and step aside

Hit me up and let a nigga just ride

South Side

Got your mouth wide, buckin' for nothin'

Now if you're 'bout it, be 'bout it 'bout it, and without no discussion

Now if you're talkin', keep talkin', and get a dick in yo' mouth

Don't hide now, torchin' up the whole house

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

Picture me coolin' on the 6th day of June

Down in Cancun, Mexico

But if you stress me, ho, I guess I gotta let it go

And ain't no shootin' up at the moon

I'm tryin' to knock yo' ass up out the saloon

Cock, kaboom!

In a raccoon hat like Davy Crockett

Fuckin' wit' that opium, getting high as a rocket

And, um, rocket gonna blast, for playin' with the trigger

Nigga, rocket put a cap in a nigga(boo-ya!)

Full a' that weed

Watchin' motherfuckers bleed

But not takin' heed

Steady proceeding with their devilish deeds

Fatal with flaw, mad at the world with no regards for the Law

Finna' get to bustin' on them bitches like the last outlaw

Huh, nigga, what!



"I coulda killed ya Dick, I coulda killed ya. 

But I don't wanna kill ya, I wanna eat"



I fought the Law, and the Law won

You see, I shot the sheriff but forgot his son

Totin' on a shotgun with pistol full of hot ones

"Ay yo, sheriff, he still wit' you?" I popped him and dropped him

And took his potna's crown

It's a brand new sheriff in town

And I don't think you wanna fuck around

Double jeopardy for the deputy dog

Fuckin' wit' a hog

Say y'all, y'all motherfuckers tried to ball

The rise and fall

For y'all, nigga, I'll be a huckleberry

Spittin' fire from the blood that me and Lucky Knuckles carry

Legendary, hereditary for niggas that know

I'm out the window with a stagecoach, fresh out the poke

My homie Loc gave me an order that the blind could see

Told me to blow him away, or make him ride with me

Put on your boots, cowboy, and pass the pound

I got the moonshine water makin' wine(nigga)

One of a kind, genuine

Know when to hold 'em and fold 'em

Y'all niggas gotta give me mine before I roll 'em, though

Playin' is raw

Quick on the draw

Hollerin' 'bout "Fuck what you saw!"

Chewin' on straw

Steady bustin' like the Last Outlaw!

Huh, nigga what!



"You gotta test yourself every day, gentlemen. 

One you stop testing yourself, you get slow. 

And when that happens, they kill you."



[Gunshots and screams]