"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."
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