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Wicked wild, wicked, wicked wild, wild....
Wicked wild, wild west, Jim West, desperado, rough rider, no you don't want nada,
None of this 6 gunnin this brother running, this buffalo soldier,
Look it's like I told ya; any damsel that's in distress, be out of that dress
When she meet Jim West, roughneck so go check the law and abide,
Watch your step woth flex, and get a hold of your side,
Swallow your pride, don't let your lip react.
You don't wanna see my hand where my hip be at.
With Artemus, from the side of this, running the game,
James West, taming the west, so remember the name.

Now who you gonna call? (not the GB's).
Now who you gonna call? (J.W.A.G.).
If you ever riff with people wanna bust, break-out, before you get bum-rushed
At the (wild, wild west).
When I roll into the (wild, wild west), When I stroll into the (wild, wild west).
When I bounce into the (wild, wild west). Sisqo, Sisqo.
We're going straight to The Wild, Wild West.
The Wild, Wild West, The Wild, Wild West, The Wild, Wild West.

Front and centre, now where your lip at kid, who dat is, a mean brother,
Bad for yer health, looking damn good though,
If I could say myself. Told me loveless is a madman,
But I don't fear that he got mad weapons too,
Ain't trying to hear that, trying to bring down me, The Champion!
When y'all clowns gonna see that it can't be done!
Understand me son, I'm the slickest they is, I'm the quickest they is.
Did I say I'm the slickest they is?
So if you're barking up the wrong tree, we coming.
Don't be starting nothing. Me and my partner gonna test your chest, Loveless.
Can't stand the heat, then get out of the wild, wild west.

We're going straight to The Wild, Wild West.
The Wild, Wild West, The Wild, Wild West, The Wild, Wild West.
When I roll into the (wild, wild west), When I stroll into the (wild, wild west).
When I bounce into the (wild, wild west). Sisqo, Sisqo.

To any outlaw, trying to draw thinking you're bad,
Any draw on the west best with a pen and a pad.
Don't even think about it, six-gun weighing a ton,
Ten paces (1,2,3,4) and turn, just for fun son.
Up til sundown, rolling around, see where the bad guys are to be found.
And make em lay down, the defenders of the West,
Crushing on pretenders in the West,
Don't mess with us, cause we in the...

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The Wild, Wild West!