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