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Bone Thugs N Harmony( Bone Thugs-n-Harmony )
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Ghetto Cowboy
Lyricist：Jimmy Lee Burke, Kamilha Greer, Anthony Henderson, Steven Howse, Felecia Lindsey
You better count your money with Felicia
Ghetto cowboy
The name is Krayzie 'Big Bad Ass' Bone
Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole
Along with some cash, even took the mayor's daughter
Now, that there's kidnappin'
But she was with it so I brought her
Then, got myself into a whole heap of trouble
Double-crossed by the law
So there's nobody to run to, yeah
It's just me and my sawed-off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face, I'm headed for the West
Heard they got a couple banks in town
That ain't been held up yet
Well, uh, I oughta make it by sundown
I figure that's enough time for me to get the whole rundown
So, I continue my mission, it's gettin' dark
So I'm watchin' for them damn Injuns
They like to catch ya
Then they rob and split
I be a rootin'-tootin'-shootin' damn fool
Protectin' my chips
All of a sudden, I heard somebody rumble in the bushes
Stop my horse, 'Whoa, Nellie, who in the bushes?
You better speak out
Or I'm a let my shotgun song sing out'
Who is this? I hope this ain't the law
Jump out the bushes with my sawed-off shotgun
C'mon out, right now, I'm gettin' angry
Took a step back, 'cause it could get dangerous
Please don't shoot, it's just me
Thug Queen, the horse-stealer
Then, why the hell is you hidin' in them bushes?
I'm wanted in four counties or armed robbery
Killed to two sheriffs, six of his best men want my head
Stole two horses, thought you was the law
That's why I jumped in the bushes
Goodness, now she was hotter
Than the barrel on fire
But I could use her for the job
So I told her to ride, c'mon
May I ask you what you headed to the West for?
I got a partner, got a plan for some dough
And if you're down, you can pick up yourself a pretty penny
Be in town in a minute, now be sure if you're with it
We out before the sun rise
Gotta stallion for your partner to ride
Hit the saloon for the moonshine
Down for whatever, let's ride, let's ride
These directions say we go to Tucson, Arizona
When we arrive, we'll cop a place we can bunk
And meet my boy in the mornin' for details and hook-up
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You better count your money, ghetto cowboy
Rise and shine, good mornin', howdy
Nine o'clock we meet my boy in the saloon in the valley
Now, I done came a long way
And I don't wanna be late
Tell him I'll make it to him, 'cause you know we ain't
Move out, giddyup, giddyup, giddyup
You better count your money
Ghetto cowboy
I'm peepin' Krayzie's wanted poster in the saloon
Ao I assume it'll be trouble around here pretty soon
Glance across the room
I see this youngster getting ready to fight
But if he mess up the night
I think that Krayzie just might take his life
So, I approach him and I pause
'Look, man, I really don't wanna brawl
But won't you chill before them laws come
Messin' up this master plan?' Since he already rowdy
I just asked the man, 'Hey, you want some work?
Well, partner, put in your bid and by the way
Now what's your name? They call me Layzie, The Kid'
The name's Powder P, can I get a twelve gauge?
Outlaw, everyday on the front page
Mister Kid, if you give me the lowdown
Me and Black Jack be ready for the showdown
With two double-barrels pointed at whatever
We'll stick together, I'm purty clever
So saddle up, jump on the bandwagon
Because it's all goin' down
I heard a guy run in the bar screamin'
'Krayzie's in town'
Now when we get to the saloon, you don't worry
Wait outside and don't be stealin' nobody's damn horses
Step inside the bar
Lay the Kid, you son of a gun
Hey, man, I'm glad you made it safely
Now let's go have some fun
And this my partner Powder
He's a young gun
Howdy
Mighty glad to meet ya, son
Oh, yeah, you know I also brought a friend along
Meet Thug Queen, the horse peddler
Straggler, just met her
Howdy, partner, already got the horses saddled up
I hope you good at robbin' banks like you rustle that cattle up
Now, y'all, it's gon' be gettin' dark real soon
I think you're right, I say we move, c'mon, let's move out
Giddyup, giddyup, giddyup, move out
You better count your money
Ghetto cowboy
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