- Young Bleed DA last outlaw 歌詞
- Young Bleed
- 'Come on out with your hands high!
'Hahahaha, with your hands high!
Hahhaha huh I better reason with him'
Why dont you ride to the rhythm of a ***** dont give a **** about ya
Wont even talk about ya, ho
You aint know? Im 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
*****, dont even try
Fistful of dollars, we gon ride
Ya hear me , *****?
See I aint got that many friends, white tombstone
[???] Me and Rudy go to war with - anybody
From the ******, to the killas
They callin me a bad man ridin cross the desert plains
And Mama still cant explain without the caine
Its 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[?] thatll get you on a Shetland pony
Memoirs of a madman - Killer Carl Cox and Bill Watts
Couldnt rassle nappy ****** with a lasso
Heated like Tabasco, its on
***** quick on the draw
And he get to bustin on them ** ***es like the Last Outlaw
Uh, ***** what!
'Hahha...
Cowboy Im gonna [???] you are a testly lil cuss[whistling]'
****** and *****es call me Nino Corleone, I got a license to kill
But aint 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 ***** just ride
South Side
Got your mouth wide, buckin for nothin
Now if youre bout it, be bout it bout it, and without no discussion
Now if youre talkin, keep talkin, and get a **** in yo mouth
Dont hide now, torchin up the whole house
Know what Im 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 aint no shootin up at the moon
Im tryin to knock yo ass up out the saloon
Cock, kaboom!
In a raccoon hat like Davy Crockett
****in wit that opium, getting high as a rocket
And, um , rocket gonna blast, for playin with the trigger
*****, rocket put a cap in a *****(boo-ya!)
Full a that ****
Watchin ************s 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 *****es like the last outlaw
Huh, *****, what!
'I coulda killed ya ****, I coulda killed ya.
But I dont 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 potnas crown
Its a brand new sheriff in town
And I dont think you wanna **** around
Double jeopardy for the deputy dog
****in wit a hog
Say yall, yall ************s tried to ball
The rise and fall
For yall, *****, Ill be a huckleberry
Spittin fire from the blood that me and Lucky Knuckles carry
Legendary, hereditary for **** ** that know
Im 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(*****)
One of a kind, genuine
Know when to hold em and fold em
Yall ****** gotta give me mine before I roll em, though
Playin is raw
Quick on the draw
Hollerin bout '**** what you saw!'
Chewin on straw
Steady bustin like the Last Outlaw!
Huh, ***** 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]
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