OG Kid Frost — Bamseeya

Si, man Cause it's like this [Verse 1: Frost] Twin 45's on my side A ruthless killer filled with Mexican pride I'm wanted, dead or alive I'm down for the battle On the back of a horse with no saddle So guard your banks and make your stagecoaches The next time, motherfucking Kid Frost approaches Cause "Ima take you out" is my motto I'm eating out the worm out the tequila bottle I got my boots on the table Once again, it's on at the Tombstone Saloon They say the deck had five aces So I strapped on my cuetes and took ten paces I turned around, *bang bang* was the sound Now there's a dead man laying on the ground A notch in my belt cause it's like that And then I took a piss in a dead man's hat [Hook: Frost] Bam, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa Bam, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa [Verse 2: Frost] Kid Frost held up the three 'o clock train Smoked four fools and now they say I’m insane Fuck Doc Holiday and Jesse James I got my gun in my holster, my face on some posters It's a three day ride to the border Outsmart the Marshall, fuck law and order I got by the seat of my pants And stop to see my bitch at the Mustang Ranch How many men can I gun down Back on the trail before sundown Because the sheriff's got a posse Thinking they can stop me Apache territory's where they lost me I knew they could never see me Hanging from the branch of a big oak tree It's me and my gang if you think you can tame us Fuck that shit boy, I'll make you famous [Hook: Frost] Bam, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa Bam, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa [Hook: Frost] Bam, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa Bam, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa [Verse 3: Frost] Riding threw a trail of brush and trees I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees They sent in the cavalry The US Army tried to disarm me A fifty man posse, a three man gang The odds ain't good, but it ain't no thing See, somebody's always trying to hurt me But I come blasting through the door with my fucking 30-30 I fire off one more round And leave Dodge City looking like a ghost town Cause I done battled the Apache, fuck the Comanche Stomped on the cavalry as if I was a stampede I fuck up Buffalo Bill and Billy The Kid when it starts to get in So if you want to bet, then I'm your number one bet And this is what I'm saying as I'm riding through the sunset [Hook: Frost] Bam, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa Bam, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa Bam, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa Bam, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa Bam, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa Bam, see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya Blasting on fools like Pancho Villa