(Emerson - Lake)
Wicked Josie rode away
In the sunset covered sky
A lynching mob had strung his friend up
Right before his eyes
He didn't know what they'd both done
He sure as hell would end up one
A hot tin notch on the sheriff's gun
If he didn't move on
Get out of here
The sheriff followed Josie's journey
>From Kansas in the West
He said he'd put a bullet right
Through poor old Josie's chest
But Josie wasn't like the rest
He don't like bullet holes in his vest
In fact he'd do his very best
Don't want any arrest
Don't want to be the guest
Of the sheriff
The nights got so damned cold
He couldn't stand the pace
He looked again for sheriff's men
But couldn't see the chase
Josie found a nice warm place
But then the sheriff solved the case
Hoped to find Josie's face
And said lookie here...
Sheriff rode him into town
With Josie look inside
He didn't know about the six-gun
Wicked Josie had
Then Josie drew his gun real fast
Gave the sheriff one big blast
And Josie was a song at last
A legend from the past
Nobody ever messed with the sheriffTriple 6 Mafia
"Chargin These Hoes"
Underground Vol.1
deciphered by Mista Flames
Chorus
What's a nigga doin?,chargin these hoes,
DJ Paul
What the true playas doin,oh,they makin these hoes pay the mutha fuckin cost,
to the real mutha fuckin boss,
pimpin is how I make my livin,you fools need to keep payin bitch,
cause while ya gettin po,Im steady gettin rich,
why they payin these hoes,I cant figure it out,these bitch could be chewin &
screwin,
the whole fuckin backyard and not get a dime for that,
for what,hoe I dont need ya,what Im gonna eat ya,bitch Im bout to beat ya,
and what's up wit them hoes that made the song,chewin ass nigga,
tramp ass bitches forgot that I had the picture,
from the camcorder in the closet,caught you hoes slippin,
these bitches be gettin mad when they hear they name on tape,they start to
trippin,
that's how it is fuckin wit a Backyard nigga,
my nigga Lord Infamous got fingers on the trigga,
aimin for yo face lettin ya hoes know the score
yo Juicy what these niggas doin (They chargin these hoes mane)
Repeat Chorus
Juicy J
I met a lil freak bitch who always wore tight shit,
had 5 kids and her pussy had a tight grip,
the first of the month came,the first of the month came,
I saw the mailman comin,now its time to run game,
give me half the check bitch,niggas like me never quit,
big nose red bitch,let yo lips meet my dick,
pay up the money,for the runnin of my cum on ya tongue,
Juicy "lowdown" J will never get sprung,
never was ya friend see,all nigga want is cheese,
McDonalds,Crystals,Burker King,Wendys,
whatever kinda check it is,chargin hoes is my biz,
D Magic,Project Pat,I know my nigga down for his,
yeah ya hoes know the score,wanna fuck thru the door,
credit cards,crazy checks,all that type of shit'll go,
to ya lil dirty hoes,keep my name out ya mouth,
unless ya want a job bitch,