Fly in' West side
Just as high as can be
Every G on the block
Ready to draw on me
I whip around
And draw my glock
Look at the clock
Its your last tic tock
I Roll to the Casino
In no time we know
I Got the fat jack
Which pissed off the Gambino
Left Right
Quick hands now he know
Rifled threw his pocket
And found me a C Note
Pulled out the jammie
And put it to his throat
They gonna find yo ass
In a place thats remote
Now I got the money
And there ain't no doubt
You gotta bring the the hitters
If you wanna get thee clout
When u roll the westside
You betta change your route
Don't give them no leads
And they won't figure out
That yous the real deal
They was talking about
If they ever catch up
You'll swing from a rope
And When my neck stretch
I spit the rhymes dope
And with my Bowie knife
I slit ya f*ckin throat
And with your last breath
Betta tell I'm the Goat
These are the tales of the wild wild west
Never trust an outlaw with a gun to ya chest
These are the tales of the wild wild west
Never trust an outlaw with a gun to ya chest
These are the tales of the wild wild west
Never trust an outlaw with a gun to ya chest
These are the tales of the wild wild west
Never trust an outlaw with a gun to ya chest
He tried to shoot me but I shot him first
Bullet through the head now his brains is burst
Laying in the dirt
Shot him once more
Bloody up his shirt
Killed a man just for spite
High as I kite
Lurking in the night
Pulled the trigger when he got in my site
Pulled it once more because I had the right.
You ever dance with the devil on a pale moon light
The Glock pop'ed twice
Wasn't much of a fight
Now there's a man laying dead on the ground
Two shots what a terrible sound
Now that's the story of the wild Wild West
Don't ever trust an outlaw with a gun to your chest
Cus he'll put a hole in your flesh
And then jet
Off to find the next gun slinger
Dead ringer
End your life with one finger
Now your scared to show your face so You run and cross dress like corporal Clinger
These are the tales of the wild wild west
Never trust an outlaw with a gun to ya chest
These are the tales of the wild wild west
Never trust an outlaw with a gun to ya chest
These are the tales of the wild wild west
Never trust an outlaw with a gun to ya chest
These are the tales of the wild wild west
Never trust an outlaw with a gun to ya chest
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Fly in' West side
Just as high as can be
Every G on the block
Ready to draw on me
I whip around
And draw my glock
Look at the clock
Its your last tic tock
I Roll to the Casino
In no time we know
I Got the fat jack
Which pissed off the Gambino
Left Right
Quick hands now he know
Rifled threw his pocket
And found me a C Note
Pulled out the jammie
And put it to his throat
They gonna find yo ass
In a place thats remote
Now I got the money
And there ain't no doubt
You gotta bring the the hitters
If you wanna get thee clout
When u roll the westside
You betta change your route
Don't give them no leads
And they won't figure out
That yous the real deal
They was talking about
If they ever catch up
You'll swing from a rope
And When my neck stretch
I spit the rhymes dope
And with my Bowie knife
I slit ya f*ckin throat
And with your last breath
Betta tell I'm the Goat
These are the tales of the wild wild west
Never trust an outlaw with a gun to ya chest
These are the tales of the wild wild west
Never trust an outlaw with a gun to ya chest
These are the tales of the wild wild west
Never trust an outlaw with a gun to ya chest
These are the tales of the wild wild west
Never trust an outlaw with a gun to ya chest
He tried to shoot me but I shot him first
Bullet through the head now his brains is burst
Laying in the dirt
Shot him once more
Bloody up his shirt
Killed a man just for spite
High as I kite
Lurking in the night
Pulled the trigger when he got in my site
Pulled it once more because I had the right.
You ever dance with the devil on a pale moon light
The Glock pop'ed twice
Wasn't much of a fight
Now there's a man laying dead on the ground
Two shots what a terrible sound
Now that's the story of the wild Wild West
Don't ever trust an outlaw with a gun to your chest
Cus he'll put a hole in your flesh
And then jet
Off to find the next gun slinger
Dead ringer
End your life with one finger
Now your scared to show your face so You run and cross dress like corporal Clinger
These are the tales of the wild wild west
Never trust an outlaw with a gun to ya chest
These are the tales of the wild wild west
Never trust an outlaw with a gun to ya chest
These are the tales of the wild wild west
Never trust an outlaw with a gun to ya chest
These are the tales of the wild wild west
Never trust an outlaw with a gun to ya chest
Just as high as can be
Every G on the block
Ready to draw on me
I whip around
And draw my glock
Look at the clock
Its your last tic tock
I Roll to the Casino
In no time we know
I Got the fat jack
Which pissed off the Gambino
Left Right
Quick hands now he know
Rifled threw his pocket
And found me a C Note
Pulled out the jammie
And put it to his throat
They gonna find yo ass
In a place thats remote
Now I got the money
And there ain't no doubt
You gotta bring the the hitters
If you wanna get thee clout
When u roll the westside
You betta change your route
Don't give them no leads
And they won't figure out
That yous the real deal
They was talking about
If they ever catch up
You'll swing from a rope
And When my neck stretch
I spit the rhymes dope
And with my Bowie knife
I slit ya f*ckin throat
And with your last breath
Betta tell I'm the Goat
These are the tales of the wild wild west
Never trust an outlaw with a gun to ya chest
These are the tales of the wild wild west
Never trust an outlaw with a gun to ya chest
These are the tales of the wild wild west
Never trust an outlaw with a gun to ya chest
These are the tales of the wild wild west
Never trust an outlaw with a gun to ya chest
He tried to shoot me but I shot him first
Bullet through the head now his brains is burst
Laying in the dirt
Shot him once more
Bloody up his shirt
Killed a man just for spite
High as I kite
Lurking in the night
Pulled the trigger when he got in my site
Pulled it once more because I had the right.
You ever dance with the devil on a pale moon light
The Glock pop'ed twice
Wasn't much of a fight
Now there's a man laying dead on the ground
Two shots what a terrible sound
Now that's the story of the wild Wild West
Don't ever trust an outlaw with a gun to your chest
Cus he'll put a hole in your flesh
And then jet
Off to find the next gun slinger
Dead ringer
End your life with one finger
Now your scared to show your face so You run and cross dress like corporal Clinger
These are the tales of the wild wild west
Never trust an outlaw with a gun to ya chest
These are the tales of the wild wild west
Never trust an outlaw with a gun to ya chest
These are the tales of the wild wild west
Never trust an outlaw with a gun to ya chest
These are the tales of the wild wild west
Never trust an outlaw with a gun to ya chest
Writer: John Lewis, Leonard Lewis
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid