[Snoop Dogg]
    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
    [Kurupt]
    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)
    [???? from LBC Crew]
    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
    [Bad Azz from LBC Crew]
    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)