My rhyme don't prove no crime
You can't chain up my rhyme
No, you can chain no rhyme
Murder, what is murder?
When you love like her
When you love like her
Headed in west, I'm short on rest
My boots to the test
And I'm headed west
Gold dust is a must
My only lust
Gold dust
Gold dust
Digging for a living
You know it ain't a sin
To say how and when
Pick axe and my saddle bags
Is all I have
To get rich from rags
In my veins, gold-blooded
I remain gold-blooded
Gold-blooded
Taking my luck on the chin
It's the business I'm in
You either lose or win
Find me my what I can't see
That's all I need
Is beneath me
In my veins, gold-blooded
I remain, gold-blooded
