Fugees - Cowboys Lyrics
This is the fugees, outsiders up in here:[clef]:chorusEveryone wants to be a cowboyGrab your guns boyForty-five by my side,No the nigger dies.[pace1]Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zenYou shot your bullet, but the bullet when ****Desperado, do work for new boyI pull out my gun and plug two like trugoy[wyclef]Wyclef[pace1]Pace 1[wyclef]Yo this was how the west was won,[pace1]Our motto, a true desperado.[wyclef]Rappers want to be actorsSo they play the jesse james character[pace1]And get they bones fractured.[pace1]You aint got no guns, you off to the precinctInside tuff guys are feminine like sheena easton[wyclef]Woman cry, woman cry, son still diesThrown off the building like the fall guyCaved in the grave cause you didnt know how to behavePlayin cowboy now you sleep with the slaves[pace1]Whos the desperado, sellin bottles in the alleyOn some villain shit, wearin a mask like jim carreyWith his gat *****ed, stinkin up the crack spotPace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot[wyclef]The town that Im from beggars eat cat chowderSundance kid is the everyday purse snatcherIf you see him coming, you better start runningLike a terrorist I guarantee you hell be humming.[pace1]Dynamite, dynamite, clef I got the cash[wyclef]Yo lets skip town like harlem nights.[lauryn]We make moves in stage coachesRa digga likes the roachesIf anyone approachesWe be like noches, buenosAnd I compose a poem for the many gun-slingersR & b singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers.[ra digga]My style is perhaps one of the foulestI inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice.(buckin at stars) and write rhymes for hoursThe ghetto missy, drinkin whiskey sours.[lauryn]Bust this scenario, cant no other niggers in the barrio(from newark to ontario), bust us when we in stereo.Cause me and rashida rock the battlesIts apparent, your no talent, cause your blazin in your saddle.[ra digga]Watch these rap *****es get all up in your pocketsThen bounce with accountants that give me good stock tipsCause props is up, diggas through the roofBurnin niggers like Im 90 proof.[lauryn]And for all you head beatersThe lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreatersWhile mamasitas carry real heaters.[ra digga]I rock the dooby andL rocks the nubian twists 96Mutha*****as gettin dissed[clef]:chorusEveryone wants to be a cowboyGrab your guns boyForty-five by my side,No the nigger dies.[young zee]Yeah, when the outs hooked up with the refugeesIt be more niggas than the naacpComin up on weed of all typeSmokin home-grown out tobacco pipes.[praz](youve got to know when to hold them,Know when to fold them)I can take the sunshine, piss in your wineSteal your concubine, walk away with your goldmine.[young zee]So ooh aaah achiga, mamase mamasa mamakusa[praz]***** the sheriff, I shot john waynePush him off the runaway train in the movie shaneYeah me and that kid, um whats his name?[young zee]That would be me, young zee from no brainSmokin pure from the health fodd store,While my whore slaps cops like zsa zsa gabor***** with outs its like those islam brothers,We march through your hood with a million mutha*****as.So lets get high off the fu-gee-laWhen the east is in the house, like Im blahzay-blah[forte]When pandemonium strikes, at midnightFull moon splits soft niggas in a lunaticOn some absurd shitYou talk back, hustlin crack dont make you biggerNiggas who take your measurements quick, dont make it quicker.Stick and slide with vigorCity streets hot like liquor21 gun salutin, shootin niggas from the roof andGot nerve to mouth about it and the weight you claim you movinYour whole style is loose and we gon sew it like its cotton.You fail to recognize that everybody could get gottenThe bounty on your head, says your dead by mananaPop babies whisperin that theres a body dropped, behind the lotPolice blew up the spot and locked the whole blockMedina is the east side of town lounge never till we yawninGun players regular front page is the bonusLife will keep existing while Im shitin on the cornersLife will keep existing while Im shitin on the corners[clef]:chorusEveryone wants to be a cowboyGrab your guns boyForty-five by my side,No the nigger dies.
