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The Wild Gotham
The Wild West
Ha ha riiiiide
All you see is the sun reflectin off of the gun
I'm ready for the showdown that go down at one
Sweat on my brow let's settle it now
I'ma show you how real cowboys get down
I'm polishin gold waitin for this drama to unfold
Feelin bold gangsters blood runs cold
It's time to reload this old 45colt
The wind's gusty it's hot muggy and dusty
Bust a couple shots make sure I'm not rusty
It's passed noon he should be here soon
Sip a little moonshine inside a saloon
All of a sudden I can hear the sound of hoofs
Sounds like a thousand wolves
I cock back put the toast in the holster and froze
I pose like a poster he's closer than close
I hold the heat sturdy I heard he fight's dirty
But I'ma put thirty inside him and leave early
And just when I went to fill him with hot lead
I put the gun to his head and this is what he said
You never met me and you'll probably never see me again
But I know you the name's Slim you want revenge
Then don't shoot I'm in the same boots as you
I'm tellin the truth I got a price on my head too cause when you
You ride like a cowboy toward the sun
And life ain't fun when you're on the run
Got your gold and you got your gun
But life as an outlaw just begun
Got your shotgun by your side
Got your horse and you got your pride
You ride til there ain't no place to hide
It's sad cause the bad guys always die
He was Shady I seen by the look on his face
Spun around and I aimed straight for the brain
You need bullets hurry up run
I put a clip in the gun and pointed at his lungs
We both drew at the same time and stood stunned
Go ahead shoot me but I'm not the one you want
I figured he was tellin the truth that's why I didn't shoot
So what we gon'do it's on you
Do you recall when you and Snoop was a group
The Chronic
Well all we gotta do is find a map to part two
And plus I know who's got it
Who
Some old dude he's got 26plaques and he already sold two
Loaded up my saddle got ready for battle
Hid two pieces of gold inside of my saddle
We rolled two miles until we hit the spot
An old ghost town that everybody forgot
A place where they used to smoke chronic a lot
Slim grabbed the shotgun
Dre here's the plot
This is the spot they call him Doc Loveless
He's goin around sayin he took the game from us
Let's shoot him in his kneecaps he'll never see it comin
But he ain't got no legs they cut 'em off at the stomach
He's got mechanical legs he spins webs
Plus he's well respected by the hip-hop heads
Our mission is to get him to stop layin eggs
And we can put him on his back down a flight of steps
I drew two guns spun them on my fingers
Kicked the swingin doors in started gun slinging
I could hear somebody singin it sounded like a G Thang
And a verse from Keep Their Heads Ringin
I said It's Dre's Day and started to spray
Against 1800 he pulls a AK
Hollow tips started flyin every which way
That's when I seen Dre in trouble and came with the gauge
I fired the first shot spun his body around
He hit the ground and landed upside down
Dre grabbed the map the plaques and the gold
Always die
The Wild Gotham
The Wild West
Ha ha riiiiide