Lyrics:
John, micapo
Get tore down, and that's the way it go down!
The east is like the wild west without the showdown!
Them niggas be like, "what
you want to cry, cry, cry
Power Equality, Ghost Dog
For Christ Bearer, Killa Bees, west coast God
Yo,
Yo, son will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo,
And he will not be affiliated
We run the whole Team
Won’t be Pops with a bitch he faded
She’ll likely have him by the balls though
Cowboy hat daringer
sell crack
So all the king's hoes and all the king's men
Go try to put this shit black together again
Come on
Let's do it like the wild wild west
Take
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
more
Truer bodies will they own
All their scars seen by the scars of their Lord
And they'll be singing that song of old
A song of freedom, o freedom,
nací siendo una diosa
Te pongo a volar con el wingardium leviosa
Wine weed wine weed
Wild Wild West con will smith
to hook with QD3
They wanted the superstar to be me
Kicked it with big Q off in the wild wild west they signed me to Quest
Didn't know I was in for some
Fast two seater and we good dope Blowing
On the wild West while the horse Power roaring
Getting more wet cause you know Where we going
Park the car
Scattered to ocean shores to the wild wild west fool
This is westcoast mafia better think before you jump
I meet my nigga teado at the roof in the rain with
we will ride
To the wild west
We steal from the sun
An hour to party
We'll take back just one
In the wild west
We've outlawed the sun from our rum
Roll in like Eastwood, I will
You know I will
You got me all wild wild west
And puffing out my chest
It's every man for himself in this room
you bump that
Track by Lootpack, ya like "They off the hook, cat"
[Wild Child]
Focus, Wild Child representative of hip hop, top 10 niggas get
Me and my closest road dog
(To my nigga Big Mussolini)
You know what's up (Big Syke)
West side (Thug Life baby)
Outlaw (the return of the mashes)
You
I saw the light that is rising from the east side
Moving through the mountains of the Western Colorado
I saw the wild horses running down the bushes
made us evil, made us hungry, made us desperate
Youngin' in the 9th grade, he got a Smith and Wesson
Grew up with the goons, now he need protection
He
to the bank
But I be laughing
And you know I keep a pistol
Never lacking
Keep a Smith & Wesson
Not Will Smith i'm never acting
I been getting paper
No
that bit my style
Well I'm a singer, dancer, we bulletproof brothers
Wu-tang got the answer
'Cause if I had a chance, to do it again
I will still
In the old wild far west, stained by the blood in the sand, in a time of pain and abuse
A shoddy whiskey glass
Abandoned at the bar
The old Jimmy
the arrow
Don't kill my dignity
Instead look the scenery
It's wild but beautiful
Like you and your gesture
None of them could know
East or west we'd go
Where
the desert?
Wild, wild west hurt to the dirt
Anti-immigration against brown skin
Sounds like Brownshirts
Silenced by so called legal violence
Somebody had
The wild, wild west: where anything is possible on the stretching frontier
Wide lands soaked by the sun, colors erupting between the shadows
surrounded by pot like a geranium
A capital 2 burns in my mind, give me some (peace)
I looked at her I looked at him and neither one did know
Where the wild
you will find hard to find
You know what I'm sayin?
I'm 'bout to check outta here
Tone-Loc
Remember that, aight?
It's time for the wild thing
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