Mo Thugs & Family Ghetto Cowboy Lyrics:
Chorus:
You better count your
money. You better
count money (ghetto
cowboy)(ghetto
cowboy) 4x
Krayzie:
Tha name is Krayzie
Big Bad Ass Bone
Wanted up north for all the
gold that I stole
Along with some cash
Even took the mayor's daughter
Now that theres kidnappin
But she was wid it so
I brought her
Done got myself into a
whole heap of trouble
Double crossed by the
law so theres nobody
to run to
Yeah, its just me and my
sawed off shotgun
Outlaw, call him Leather Face
Im headed for the west
Heard they gotta
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 to get tha whole
run down
So I continue my mission
Its gettin dark so now
Im watchin for them
damn Injuns
They like to catch ya
Then they rob and split
I be a rootin tootin
shootin damn fool
Protectin my chips
All of a sudden
I heard somebody
rumble in the bushes
Stop my horse
Whoa Nellie!
Who in the bushes?
Ya betta speak out
Or Ima let my shotgun
song sing out
Thug Queen:
Who is this?
Hope this ain't tha law
Drawed out tha bushes
with my sawed off
shotgun
Krayzie:
Come on out
Right now, Im gettin angry
Took a step back cuz it
could get dangerous
Thug Queen:
Please don't shoot its
just me, Thug Queen, a
horse stealer
Krayzie:
Then why the hell is
you hidin in them
bushes?
Thug Queen:
Im wanted in four counties
For armed robbery
Killed 2 sheriffs, 6
of his best men with
my hands
Stole 2 horses
Thought you was the law
Thats why I jumped in tha bushes
Krayzie:
Goodness
Now she was hotter than
a barrel of fire
But I could use her for the job
So I told her to ride
C'mon
Thug Queen:
May I ask whatcha headin
to the west for?
Krayzie:
I got a partna
Got a plan for some do
And if ya down
You can pick up
yourself a pretty penny
Be in town in a minute
So be sure if you're wid it
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Thug Queen:
We out before the sunrise
Gotta style here
For your partna to ride
Hit tha saloon for the moonshine
Down for whateva
Lets ride (lets ride)
Krayzie:
These directions say we
to Tucson, Arizona
When we arrive
Ill cop a place we can bunk
Meet my boy in tha mornin
For details and hook up
Chorus 2X
Krayzie:
Rise and shine
Good mornin, Howdy
9 o clock we meet my
boy in tha saloon in
tha valley
Now I done came a long way
And I don't wanna be late
Thug Queen:
Time I make em tokens
You know we ain't
Krayzie:
Move Out
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up (4X)
Chorus
Layzie:
Im peepin Krayzies
wanted poster in tha
saloon
So I assume
Itll be trouble round
here pretty soon
Glance across the room
I see this youngsta
gettin ready to fire
But if he messin tonight
I think that Krayzie just
might take his life
So I approach him and I pause
Look man
I really don't wanna brawl
So wont ya chill before them laws
Come messin up this masta plan
Since he already rowdy
I just asked the man (HEY)
You want some work?
Well partna put in your bid
And by the way now
whats your name?
They call me Layzie the Kid
Powder:
Tha names Powder P
Can I get a 12 guage?
Outlawd everyday
On the front page
Now Mr. Kid
If you give me the lowdown
Me and Blackjack
Be ready for the showdown
With 2 double barrels
pointed at whateva
We stick togetha
Im perty cleva
Layzie:
So saddle up
Jump on the band wagon
Cuz its all goin down
I heard a guy run in
the bar screamin
"Krayzie's in town"
Krayzie:
Now when we get to the saloon
You don't worry
Wait outside
And don't be stealin
nobody's damn horses
Step inside tha bar
Layzie Kid you son of a gun
Layzie:
hey man, Im glad you
made it safely
Now lets go have some fun
And heres my partna Powder
Hes a young gun
Powder:
Howdy
Krayzie:
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
Thug Queen:
Howdy partna
Already got tha horses saddled up
Layzie:
I hope youre good at robbin banks
Like you rustle that cattle up
Powder:
Now yall
Its gon be gettin dark real soon
Krayzie:
I think you're right
I say we move
C'mon
Let's move out
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up,
Move out
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up,
Move out
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up,
Move out
Giddy up, giddy up
Chorus 4X
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Lyrics: Ghetto Cowboy, Mo Thugs & Family [end]