Текст песни Young Bleed - The Last Outlaw
Young Bleed - The Last Outlaw слова песни
"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`, hoYou ain`t know? I`m just a hustler, in spite of myselfRidin` all by myself, without no one elseLooky hereOn my Doc Holidays, boy I piss upon your graveAnd wipe the smile awayNigga, don`t even tryFistful of dollars, we gon` rideYa hear me, nigga?See I ain`t got that many friends, white tombstone[???] Me and Rudy go to war with - anybodyFrom the niggas, to the killasThey callin` me a bad man ridin` `cross the desert plainsAnd Mama still can`t explain without the `caineIt`s raw, boyCowboys hear the "Yippie-yi-yay!"Murder dancin` where the Indians playWatch what you sayDurin` the spiritual ritual huntified ceremonyClickin` swines[?] that`ll get you on a Shetland ponyMemoirs of a madman - Killer Carl Cox and Bill Watts`Couldn`t rassle nappy niggas with a lassoHeated like Tabasco, it`s onNigga quick on the drawAnd he get to bustin` on them bitches like the Last OutlawUh, 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 killBut ain`t no playa hatin` in me, I got love for the realSo if you see me with my [guv?], just move and step asideHit me up and let a nigga just rideSouth SideGot your mouth wide, buckin` for nothin`Now if you`re `bout it, be `bout it `bout it, and without no discussionNow if you`re talkin`, keep talkin`, and get a dick in yo` mouthDon`t hide now, torchin` up the whole houseKnow what I`m talkin` `bout?Picture me coolin` on the 6th day of JuneDown in Cancun, MexicoBut if you stress me, ho, I guess I gotta let it goAnd ain`t no shootin` up at the moonI`m tryin` to knock yo` ass up out the saloonCock, kaboom!In a raccoon hat like Davy CrockettFuckin` wit` that opium, getting high as a rocketAnd, um, rocket gonna blast, for playin` with the triggerNigga, rocket put a cap in a nigga(boo-ya!)Full a` that weedWatchin` motherfuckers bleedBut not takin` heedSteady proceeding with their devilish deedsFatal with flaw, mad at the world with no regards for the LawFinna` get to bustin` on them bitches like the last outlawHuh, 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 wonYou see, I shot the sheriff but forgot his sonTotin` on a shotgun with pistol full of hot ones"Ay yo, sheriff, he still wit` you?" I popped him and dropped himAnd took his potna`s crownIt`s a brand new sheriff in townAnd I don`t think you wanna fuck aroundDouble jeopardy for the deputy dogFuckin` wit` a hogSay y`all, y`all motherfuckers tried to ballThe rise and fallFor y`all, nigga, I`ll be a huckleberrySpittin` fire from the blood that me and Lucky Knuckles carryLegendary, hereditary for niggas that knowI`m out the window with a stagecoach, fresh out the pokeMy homie Loc gave me an order that the blind could seeTold me to blow him away, or make him ride with mePut on your boots, cowboy, and pass the poundI got the moonshine water makin` wine(nigga)One of a kind, genuineKnow when to hold `em and fold `emY`all niggas gotta give me mine before I roll `em, thoughPlayin` is rawQuick on the drawHollerin` `bout "Fuck what you saw!"Chewin` on strawSteady 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."[Gunshots and screams]