Young Bleed Lyrics

Album: Unknown

The Last Outlaw Lyrics

"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', ho

 You ain't know? I'm 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

 Nigga, don't even try

 Fistful of dollars, we gon' ride

 Ya hear me, nigga?

 See I ain't got that many friends, white tombstone

 [???] Me and Rudy go to war with - anybody

 

 From the niggas, to the killas

 They callin' me a bad man ridin' 'cross the desert plains

 And Mama still can't explain without the 'caine

 It's 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[?] that'll get you on a Shetland pony

 Memoirs of a madman - Killer Carl Cox and Bill Watts

 'Couldn't rassle nappy niggas with a lasso

 Heated like Tabasco, it's on

 Nigga quick on the draw

 And he get to bustin' on them bitches like the Last Outlaw

 Uh, 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 kill

 But ain't 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 nigga just ride

 South Side

 Got your mouth wide, buckin' for nothin'

 Now if you're 'bout it, be 'bout it 'bout it, and without no discussion

 Now if you're talkin', keep talkin', and get a dick in yo' mouth

 Don't hide now, torchin' up the whole house

 Know what I'm 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 ain't no shootin' up at the moon

 I'm tryin' to knock yo' ass up out the saloon

 Cock, kaboom!

 In a raccoon hat like Davy Crockett

 Fuckin' wit' that opium, getting high as a rocket

 And, um, rocket gonna blast, for playin' with the trigger

 Nigga, rocket put a cap in a nigga(boo-ya!)

 Full a' that weed

 Watchin' motherfuckers 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 bitches like the last outlaw

 Huh, 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 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 potna's crown

 It's a brand new sheriff in town

 And I don't think you wanna fuck around

 Double jeopardy for the deputy dog

 Fuckin' wit' a hog

 Say y'all, y'all motherfuckers tried to ball

 The rise and fall

 For y'all, nigga, I'll be a huckleberry

 Spittin' fire from the blood that me and Lucky Knuckles carry

 Legendary, hereditary for niggas that know

 I'm 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(nigga)

 One of a kind, genuine

 Know when to hold 'em and fold 'em

 Y'all niggas gotta give me mine before I roll 'em, though

 Playin' is raw

 Quick on the draw

 Hollerin' 'bout "Fuck what you saw!"

 Chewin' on straw

 Steady 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]