Lirik Lagu Cowboys - The Fugees
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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 ain't got no guns, you off to the precinctInside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton
[WYCLEF]Woman cry, woman cry, Son still dies
Thrown off the building like the Fall guyCaved in the grave cause you didn't know how to behavePlayin' cowboy now you sleep with the slaves
[PACE1]Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alleyOn some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim CarreyWith his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spotPace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot
[WYCLEF]The town that I'm from beggars eat cat chowderSundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcherIf you see him coming, you better start runningLike 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 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, can't no other niggers in the barrio(From Newark to Ontario), bust us when we in stereo.Cause me and Rashida rock the battlesIt's apparent, your no talent, cause your blazin' in your saddle.
[RA DIGGA]Watch these rap bitches get all up in your pocketsThen bounce with accountants that give me good stock tipsCause props is up, Digga's through the roofBurnin' niggers like I'm 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 96Muthafuckas 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 OUT's hooked up with the RefugeesIt be more niggas than the NAACPComin' up on weed of all typeSmokin' 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 wineSteal your concubine, walk away with your goldmine.
[YOUNG ZEE]So ooh aaah achiga, Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa
[PRAZ]Fuck the sheriff, I shot John WaynePush him off the runaway train in the movie ShaneYeah me and that kid, um "What's 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 GaborFuck 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-LaWhen the east is in the house, like I'm Blahzay-blah
[FORTE]When pandemonium strikes, at midnightFull moon splits soft niggas in a lunaticOn some absurd shitYou talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you biggerNiggas who take your measurements quick, don't 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 movin'Your whole style is loose and we gon' sew it like it's cotton.You fail to recognize that everybody could get gottenthe bounty on your head, says your dead by mananaPop babies whisperin' that there's 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 yawnin'Gun players regular front page is the bonusLife will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the cornersLife will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners
[CLEF]:CHORUSEveryone wants to be a cowboyGrab your guns boyForty-five by my side,No the nigger dies.
[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 ain't got no guns, you off to the precinctInside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton
[WYCLEF]Woman cry, woman cry, Son still dies
Thrown off the building like the Fall guyCaved in the grave cause you didn't know how to behavePlayin' cowboy now you sleep with the slaves
[PACE1]Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alleyOn some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim CarreyWith his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spotPace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot
[WYCLEF]The town that I'm from beggars eat cat chowderSundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcherIf you see him coming, you better start runningLike 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 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, can't no other niggers in the barrio(From Newark to Ontario), bust us when we in stereo.Cause me and Rashida rock the battlesIt's apparent, your no talent, cause your blazin' in your saddle.
[RA DIGGA]Watch these rap bitches get all up in your pocketsThen bounce with accountants that give me good stock tipsCause props is up, Digga's through the roofBurnin' niggers like I'm 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 96Muthafuckas 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 OUT's hooked up with the RefugeesIt be more niggas than the NAACPComin' up on weed of all typeSmokin' 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 wineSteal your concubine, walk away with your goldmine.
[YOUNG ZEE]So ooh aaah achiga, Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa
[PRAZ]Fuck the sheriff, I shot John WaynePush him off the runaway train in the movie ShaneYeah me and that kid, um "What's 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 GaborFuck 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-LaWhen the east is in the house, like I'm Blahzay-blah
[FORTE]When pandemonium strikes, at midnightFull moon splits soft niggas in a lunaticOn some absurd shitYou talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you biggerNiggas who take your measurements quick, don't 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 movin'Your whole style is loose and we gon' sew it like it's cotton.You fail to recognize that everybody could get gottenthe bounty on your head, says your dead by mananaPop babies whisperin' that there's 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 yawnin'Gun players regular front page is the bonusLife will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the cornersLife will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners
[CLEF]:CHORUSEveryone wants to be a cowboyGrab your guns boyForty-five by my side,No the nigger dies.
