Story Behind The Song

After the film Weztern Wayz was completed, a song was necessary to serve as the theme. So Proph cooked up this track that displays the overall attitude of the film, which is a menacing one. Proph was careful not to create a "gangster" track, not because he doesn't like gangster rap, but simply because he wanted an "outlaw" song.

Song Description

This song is a 100% shoot-em-up western style cut. It is the theme song for Weztern Wayz, Proph's hip hop western and was tailor made strickly for this film. Enlisting some lyrical help of RIck "Mr. Stunt" Irvin, one of the lead actors of the film, Proph produced this track with the sole purpose of a way-out-west vibe where two outlaws just cause much havoc everywhere they go.

Lyrics

Chorus:

I'm a gunslinger, six-gun shooter / The most wanted with extra bullets on my side / I grab the pump and make you punks jump / So I suggest you run and hide

Verse 1:

Yo, I step in the place, gun at my waste / Lookin' for that foolish ass who wants a taste / I feel like a man, Guiness in my hand / I let three fly and sink your ass like quicksand / You ain't bad enough to kick it with my crew / And cigars ain't the only smokin' that I do / I leave gun barrels blazin', that shit's amazin' / Watch me know, I put this redneck to the test / (Alright, I'm goin' in now, when you hear me whistle, I want you to run in and start blastin' everything in sight) / He's wearin' a vest but still he got wet up / I know his homie ain't stupid enough to get up / He reached for somethin' "What you wanna get dirty?" / He winded up with more holes than a jersey, "Believe that" / When Proph is sparkin', your forehead I'm markin' / Two fully-loaded six-spinners barkin' / This is some way out west so rep to this / Inbread hicks go ahead and two-step to this / I do the deed, never ponder the consequences / Retaliations, bookings and life sentences / Vaquero, ranchero, caballero, pissed off cuz my life amounted to zero / (So what you wanna do, what you really wanna do? Let's get it on then, you know I'm ready)

Chorus:

same as previous, only repeat twice

Verse 2:
The butterscoth coochie connoisseur, ghetto entrepreneur / We peel caps, you lack for sure / Laid back, backs crack off tour / He he, and your crew's so weak, they need ensure / Protein boost, do a back flip in your grey goose / It's no use, murder-proof off the turkey juice / Loose lips get swollen, I'm the man, it's your hand I'm foldin' / Been holdin' since the days of olden / (Alright, alright, alright, he's in there with that two-dollar hooker, jump on his horse, meet me around back, we gonna get a thousand dollars for that mug, man) / Golden like showers, got your momma buyin' flowers / Face in the dirt, rottin' for hours / Don't step too close, me and Proph split wigs the most / Atraction Fatal like Glenn Close / At the bar we post up with tequila up in the cut / Your girl wants some, what is up? / So feel the heat, no vest chests smoke like mesquite / Two fools you have yet to meet / Skin that's steel, what now? / Skin that's steel, the last thing that you'll ever feel / So take no chances with them big, bad, wolfie dancers / Flesh cooks from too many glances / Make no advances, the stagecoach and the approach enhances / Takin' it out on all you asses / (So what you wanna do, what you really wanna do? Come on then, jump)

Chorus:

same as previous, only repeat three times