November 12, 2015

Lyrics

You better count your money x7
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 for armed robbery, killed to two sheriffs, six of his best men with my hand, 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."
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 make ya (?) '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, so 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 masterplan?" 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. "
Lazy 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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