Cowboys
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Fugees
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(crowd murmuring)
(whip cracking)
♪ Yeah, that's the Fugees ♪
♪ Ahh, yeah ♪
♪ Outsidaz in here. ♪
♪ This happens on the block every day ♪
♪ So, you wanna be a cowboy? ♪
♪ Everybody, get your guns ♪
♪ And meet me in the back right now. ♪
♪ Oh-lay-hee ♪
♪ Everyone wants to be a cowboy ♪
♪ Grab your gun boys ♪
♪ Oh-lay-hee ♪
♪ Forty-five by my side, do he live ♪
♪ No the (whip cracking) dies ♪
♪ Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen ♪
♪ You shot your bullet,
but the bullet went ♪
♪ 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 tough 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 (whip cracking) ♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪ Oh-lay-hee ♪
♪ Everyone wants to be a cowboy ♪
♪ Grab your guns boy ♪
♪ Oh-lay-hee ♪
♪ Forty-five by my side, do he live ♪
♪ No the (whip cracking) dies ♪
♪ We make moves in stage coaches ♪
♪ Rah 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 (whip
cracking) 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 (whip cracking)
get all up in your pockets ♪
♪ Then bounce with accountants
that give me good stock tips ♪
♪ Cause props is up, (person
screams) through the roof ♪
♪ Burnin' 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 ♪
♪ Mother (whip cracking) gettin' dissed ♪
♪ Oh-lay-hee ♪
♪ Everyone wants to be a cowboy ♪
♪ Grab your gun boys ♪
♪ Oh-lay-hee ♪
♪ Forty-five by my side, do he live ♪
♪ No the (whip cracking) dies ♪
♪ Yeah, when the out's
hooked up with the refugees ♪
♪ It be more (person
screams) than the NAACP ♪
♪ Comin' up on weed 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 oh ah achiga,
mamase mamasa mamakusa ♪
♪ (person screams) 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 food store ♪
♪ While my whore slaps
cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor ♪
♪ Up with out's it's like
those Islam brothers ♪
♪ We march through your hood ♪
♪ With a million mother (whip cracking) ♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪ Hits full moon splits
soft in a lunatic ♪
♪ On some absurd (whip cracking) ♪
♪ You talk back, hustlin'
crack don't make you bigger ♪
♪ Those who take your
measurements quick, ♪
♪ Don't make it quicker ♪
♪ Stick and slide with vigor ♪
♪ City streets hot like liquor ♪
♪ 21 gun saluting, shootin'
from the roof and ♪
♪ Got nerve to mouth
about it and the weight ♪
♪ You claim you movin' ♪
♪ Your whole style is loose and we goin' ♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪ As I'm (whip cracking) on the corners ♪
♪ Life will keep existing ♪
♪ As I'm (whip cracking) on the corners ♪
♪ Oh-lay-hee ♪
♪ Everyone wants to be a cowboy ♪
♪ Grab your gun boys ♪
♪ Oh-lay-hee ♪
♪ Forty-five by my side, do he live ♪
♪ No the (whip cracking) dies ♪
♪ Cowboys ♪
(music fades out)
(crowd cheers)
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