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Ghetto Cowboy
作词: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 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 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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