Текст (слова) песни: Fugees - Cowboys

This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here:

[CLEF]:CHORUS
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the nigger dies.

[PACE1]
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your bullet, but the bullet when ****
Desperado, do work for new boy
I 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 actors
So they play the Jesse James Character

[PACE1]
And get they bones fractured.

[PACE1]
You ain`t got no guns, you off to the precinct
Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton

[WYCLEF]
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

[PACE1]
Who`s the desperado, sellin` bottles in the alley
On some villain shit, wearin` a mask like Jim Carrey
With his gat cocked, stinkin` up the crack spot
Pace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot

[WYCLEF]
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.

[PACE1]
Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash

[WYCLEF]
Yo let`s skip town like Harlem nights.

[LAURYN]
We make moves in stage coaches
Ra 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.

[RA DIGGA]
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.

[LAURYN]
Bust this scenario, can`t no other niggers 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.

[RA DIGGA]
Watch these rap bitches get all up in your pockets
Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips
Cause props is up, Digga`s through the roof
Burnin` niggers like I`m 90 proof.

[LAURYN]
And for all you head beaters
The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters
While mamasitas carry real heaters.

[RA DIGGA]
I rock the Dooby and
L rocks the Nubian twists 96
Muthafuckas gettin` dissed

[CLEF]:CHORUS
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the nigger dies.

[YOUNG ZEE]
Yeah, when the OUT`s hooked up with the Refugees
It be more niggas than the NAACP
Comin` up on weed of all type
Smokin` home-grown out tobacco pipes.

[PRAZ]
(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.

[YOUNG ZEE]
So ooh aaah achiga, Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa

[PRAZ]
Fuck 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?"

[YOUNG ZEE]
That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain
Smokin` pure from the health fodd store,
While my whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
Fuck with OUT`s it`s like those Islam brothers,
We march through your hood with a million muthafuckas.
So let`s get high off the Fu-Gee-La
When the east is in the house, like I`m Blahzay-blah

[FORTE]
When pandemonium strikes, at midnight
Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic
On some absurd shit
You talk back, hustlin` crack don`t make you bigger
Niggas who take your measurements quick, don`t make it quicker.
Stick and slide with vigor
City streets hot like liquor
21 gun salutin, shootin` niggas from the roof and
Got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you claim you movin`
Your whole style is loose and we gon` 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 while I`m shitin` on the corners
Life will keep existing while I`m shitin` on the corners

[CLEF]:CHORUS
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the nigger dies.

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[PACE1] You ain`t got no guns, you off to the precinct Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton [WYCLEF] 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 [PACE1] Who`s the desperado, sellin` bottles in the alley On some villain shit, wearin` a mask like Jim Carrey With his gat cocked, stinkin` up the crack spot Pace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot [WYCLEF] 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. [PACE1] Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash [WYCLEF] Yo let`s skip town like Harlem nights. [LAURYN] We make moves in stage coaches Ra 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. [RA DIGGA] 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. [LAURYN] Bust this scenario, can`t no other niggers 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. [RA DIGGA] Watch these rap bitches get all up in your pockets Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips Cause props is up, Digga`s through the roof Burnin` niggers like I`m 90 proof. [LAURYN] And for all you head beaters The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters While mamasitas carry real heaters. [RA DIGGA] I rock the Dooby and L rocks the Nubian twists 96 Muthafuckas gettin` dissed [CLEF]:CHORUS Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, No the nigger dies. [YOUNG ZEE] Yeah, when the OUT`s hooked up with the Refugees It be more niggas than the NAACP Comin` up on weed of all type Smokin` home-grown out tobacco pipes. [PRAZ] (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. [YOUNG ZEE] So ooh aaah achiga, Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa [PRAZ] Fuck 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?" [YOUNG ZEE] That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain Smokin` pure from the health fodd store, While my whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor Fuck with OUT`s it`s like those Islam brothers, We march through your hood with a million muthafuckas. So let`s get high off the Fu-Gee-La When the east is in the house, like I`m Blahzay-blah [FORTE] When pandemonium strikes, at midnight Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic On some absurd shit You talk back, hustlin` crack don`t make you bigger Niggas who take your measurements quick, don`t make it quicker. Stick and slide with vigor City streets hot like liquor 21 gun salutin, shootin` niggas from the roof and Got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you claim you movin` Your whole style is loose and we gon` 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 while I`m shitin` on the corners Life will keep existing while I`m shitin` on the corners [CLEF]:CHORUS Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side, No the nigger dies. Нравится песня? 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