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Cowboys (牛仔) (L.P. Version) - Fugees

Everyone wants to be a cowboy

Grab your guns boy

Forty-five by my side

No the n****r dies

Zen zen zen zen zen zen zen

You shot your bullet but the bullet when

Desperado do work for new boy

I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy

Wyclef

Pace 1

Yo this was how the West was won

Our motto a true Desperado

Rappers want to be actors

So they play the Jesse James Character

And get they bones fractured

You ain't got no guns you off to the precinct

Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton

Woman cry woman cry Son still dies

Thrown off the building like the Fall guy

Caved in the grave cause you didn't know how to behave

Playin' cowboy now you sleep with the slaves

Who's the desperado sellin' bottles in the alley

On some villain sh*t wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey

With his gat cocked stinkin' up the crack spot

Pace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot

The town that I'm from beggars eat cat chowder

Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher

If you see him coming you better start running

Like a terrorist I guarantee you he'll be humming

Dynamite dynamite Clef I got the cash

Yo let's skip town like Harlem nights

Everyone wants to be a cowboy

Grab your guns boy

Forty-five by my side

No the n****r dies

We make moves in stage coaches

Ra Digga likes the roaches

If anyone approaches

We be like noches buenos

And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers

R & B singers perpetrating guns with two fingers

My style is perhaps one of the foulest

I inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice

(Buckin' at stars) and write rhymes for hours

The ghetto missy drinkin' whiskey sours

Bust this scenario can't no other niggers in the barrio

(From Newark to Ontario) bust us when we in stereo

Cause me and Rashida rock the battles

It's apparent your no talent

Cause your blazin' in your saddle

Watch these rap b**ches get all up in your pockets

Then bounce with accountants

That give me good stock tips

Cause props is up Digga's through the roof

Burnin' niggers like I'm 90 proof

And for all you head beaters

The lead eaters the cheaters soon to be retreaters

While mamasitas carry real heaters

I rock the Dooby and

L rocks the Nubian twists 96

Muthaf**kas gettin' dissed

Everyone wants to be a cowboy

Grab your guns boy

Forty-five by my side

No the n****r dies

Yeah when the OUT's hooked up with the Refugees

It be more niggas than the NAACP

Comin' up on w**d of all type

Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes

You've got to know when to hold them

Know when to fold them

I can take the sunshine piss in your wine

Steal your concubine walk away with your goldmine

So ooh aaah achiga Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa

F**k the sheriff I shot John Wayne

Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane

Yeah me and that kid um "What's his name "

That would be me Young Zee from No Brain

Smokin' pure from the health fodd store

While my whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor

F**k with out's it's like those I***m brothers

We march through your hood with a million muthaf**kas

So let's get high off the Fu-Gee-La

When the east is in the house like I'm Blahzay-blah

When pandemonium strikes at midnight

Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic

On some absurd sh*t

You talk back hustlin' crack don't make you bigger

Niggas who take your measurements quick

Don't make it quicker

Stick and slide with vigor

City streets hot like liquor

21 gun salutin shootin' niggas from the roof and

Got nerve to mouth about it

And the weight you claim you movin'

Your whole style is loose

And we gon' sew it like it's cotton

You fail to recognize that everybody could get gotten

The bounty on your head says your dead by manana

Pop babies whisperin'

That there's a body dropped behind the lot

Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block

Medina is the east side of town lounge

Never till we yawnin'

Gun players regular front page is the bonus

Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners

Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners

Everyone wants to be a cowboy

Grab your guns boy

Forty-five by my side

No the n****r dies