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- Bone-Mo Thug Boyz Greatest Hits Album
- Ghetto Cowboy Lyrics
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Album: Bone-Mo Thug Boyz Greatest Hits
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You better count yo' money (Ghetto Cowboy)
You better count yo' money (Ghetto Cowboy)
You better count yo' money (Ghetto Cowboy)
You better count yo' money (GhettoCowboy)
The name is Krayzie, big bad ass bone
Wanted up north fo' all the gold that I stole
Along wit' some cash I even took the mayor's daughter
Now that there's kidnap, but she was wit' us so I brought her
Dun got myself into a whole heap of trouble
Double-crossed by the law so it's nobody to run to
Yeah it's jus' me and my sawed-off shotgun
I dun now call him 'Leatherface'
I'm headed fo' 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 now I'm watchin fo' them damn injuns
They like to catch up then they rob -n- split
I'll be a rootin' tootin' shootin' damn fool, protectin' my chips
All of a sudden, I heard somebody rumble in the bushes, stopped my horse
"Whoa nelly!
Who in da bushes, you better speak up
Or I'mma let my shotgun's song sing out."
Who's this?
Hope this ain't the law, draw out the bushes wit' my sawed -off shotgun
"Come on 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 Horse Stealer""Then why the hell is you hidin' in them bushes"
"I'm wanted in 4 coun-tee*z, for armed robbery, killed 2 sheriffs
6 of his best men wit' my hands
Stole 2 horses
thought you was the law that's why I jumped in the bushes
""Goodness."
Now she was hotter than a barrel of fire
but I could use her fo' the job so I told her to ride
"Come on."
"May I ask you what you headed to the west fo'?"
"I got a potna got a plan fo' some dough
and if you're down you can pick up yourself a pretty penny
Be in town in a minute now be sho' if you're wit' it"
"We be up before the sun rise got a stall(ion) here fo' your potna to ride
hit the saloon before the moon shine down fo' whateva 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 morning fo' details -n- hookup"
You better count yo' money (Ghetto Cowboy)
You better count yo' money (Ghetto Cowboy)
"Rise -n- shine, good morning, howdy
Nine o' clock we meet my boy in the saloon in the valley
Now I dun came a long way and I don't wanna be late
"Tell him I'll make it to him, you know we ain't"
Move out!
Giddy up giddy up giddy up You better count yo' money "I'm peepin' Krayzie's 'Wanted' poster in the saloon
So I assume it'll be trouble round here pretty soon Glanced across the room
I seen this youngster gettin' ready to fight
But if he mess up tonite I think that Krayzie just might take his life
So I approached him and I paused
"Look man, I really don't wanna brawl,
but won't you chill before them laws come
messin' up this masta plan
Since he already rowdy
I'm jus' asked the man (dang)
You want some work well potna put in yo' bid
And by the way now what's yo' name
they call me Layzie the Kid"
"The name's Powder Pete, can I get a 12 guage
Outlaw every day, on the front page Mister Kid
if you give me the low-down me and Blackjack Be ready fo' da showdown
wit' 2 double-barrels pointed at whateva
We'll stick together, I'm perty clever"
"So saddle up, jump on the bandwagon because it's all goin' down"
I heard da guy runnin' the bar screamin' 'Krayzie's in town.'
"Now when we get to this saloon, you don't worry, wait outside
Don't be stealin' nobody's damn horses
"Stepped inside da bar
"Layzie 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 potna 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 potna, already got the horses saddled up"
"I hope you're 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, come on let's move out giddy up giddy up giddy up You better count yo' money Ghetto Cowboy
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