You better count your money Ghetto cowboy The 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 there's kidnappin', but she was with it, so I brought her Then, got myself into a whole heap of trouble Double-crossed by the law, so there's nobody to run to, yeah It's just me and my sawed-off shotgun Outlaw call him Leather Face, I'm headed for the West Heard they got a 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 for me to get the whole rundown So, I continue my mission It's gettin' dark, so I'm 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? You better speak out or I'm a let my shotgun song sing out" Who is this? I hope this ain't the law Jump out the bushes with my sawed-off shotgun C'mon out, right now. I'm gettin' angry Took a step back, 'cause it could get dangerous Please don't shoot It's just me, Thug Queen, the horse-stealer Then, why the hell is you hidin' In them bushes? I'm wanted in four counties for armed robbery Killed to two sheriffs, six of his best men want my head Stole two horses Thought you was the law, that's why I jumped in the bushes Goodness, now, she was hotter than the barrel on fire But I could use her for the job, so I told her to ride, c'mon May I ask you what you headed To the West for? I got a partner, got a plan for some dough And if you're down, you can pick up yourself a pretty penny Be in town in a minute Now be sure if you're with it We out before the sun rise Gotta stallion for your partner to ride Hit the saloon for the moonshine Down for whatever, let's ride, let's ride These directions say we go to Tucson, Arizona When we arrive, we'll cop a place we can bunk And meet my boy in the mornin' For details and hook-up You better count your money Ghetto cowboy Rise and shine, good mornin' Howdy, nine o'clock we meet my boy in the saloon in the valley Now, I done came a long way And I don't wanna be late Tell him I'll make it to him 'cause you know we ain't Move out, giddyup, giddyup, giddyup You better count your money Ghetto cowboy I'm peepin' Krayzie's wanted poster in the saloon So I assume it'll be trouble around here pretty soon Glance across the room, I see this youngster getting ready to fight But if he mess up the night I think that Krayzie just might take his life So, I approach him, and I pause Look, man, I really don't wanna brawl But won't you chill before them laws come messin' up this master plan? Since he already rowdy, I just asked the man Hey, you want some work? Well, partner, put in your bid And by the way, now what's your name? They call me Layzie the Kid The name's Powder P, can I get a twelve gauge? Outlaw, everyday on the front page Mister Kid, if you give me the lowdown Me and Black Jack be ready for the showdown With two double-barrels pointed at whatever We'll stick together, I'm purty clever So saddle up, jump on the bandwagon Because it's all goin' down I heard a guy run in the bar screamin' Krayzie's in town Now when we get to the saloon, you don't worry Wait outside, and don't be stealin' nobody's damn horses Step inside the bar Lay the kid, you son of a gun Hey, man, I'm glad you made it safely Now let's go have some fun And this my partner Powder He's a young gun Howdy 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 Howdy, partner, already got the horses saddled up I hope you good at robbin' banks like you rustle that cattle up Now, y'all, it's gon' be gettin' dark real soon I think you're right, I say we move c'mon, let's move out Giddyup, giddyup, giddyup, move out You better count your money Ghetto cowboy © EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; SIET MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com