Fugees, Outsidaz - Cowboys(1996)

[00:01.54] Yes it's the Fugees, outsiders
[00:03.71] You want to be a cowboy?
[00:06.85] Everybody get your guns
[00:08.92] And meet me outside right now
[00:10.57] (Oleheee)
[00:12.71] Everyone wants to be a cowboy
[00:14.73] Grab the gun boys
[00:15.42] (Oleheee)
[00:18.23] Forty-five by my side
[00:19.11] Do we live no nigger dies
[00:21.25] Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
[00:24.88] You shot your bullet
[00:25.40] But the bullet went desperado
[00:26.99] (Do work for new boy)
[00:29.19] I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy
[00:32.05] Wyclef
[00:32.95] Pacewon
[00:33.69] Yo this was how the West was won
[00:35.24] Our motto, a true Desperado
[00:37.31] Rappers want to be actors
[00:39.10] So they play the Jesse James character
[00:41.15] And get they bones fractured
[00:43.03] You ain't got no guns
[00:43.92] You off to the precinct
[00:45.34] Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton
[00:47.99] Woman cry, woman cry, Son still dies
[00:50.45] Thrown off the building like the Fall guy
[00:53.08] Caved in the grave cause you didn't know how to behave
[00:55.74] Playin' cowboy now you sleep with the slaves
[00:58.34] Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alley
[01:01.30] On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey
[01:03.79] With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot
[01:06.65] Pacewon dies with both eyes on the jackpot
[01:09.84] The town that I'm from beggars eat cat chowder
[01:12.22] Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher
[01:14.73] If you see him coming, you better start running
[01:17.66] Like a terrorist I guarantee you he'll be humming
[01:20.15] Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash
[01:23.85] Yo let's skip town like Harlem nights
[01:25.41] (Oleheee)
[01:26.96] Everyone wants to be a cowboy
[01:29.40] Grab the gun boys
[01:30.79] (Oleheee)
[01:32.76] Forty-five by my side
[01:34.38] Do we live no nigger dies
[01:36.17] We make moves in stage coaches
[01:37.32] Rah Digga likes the roaches
[01:39.33] If anyone approaches
[01:40.27] We be like noches, buenos
[01:42.06] And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers
[01:43.94] R & B singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers
[01:46.87] My style is perhaps one of the foulest
[01:49.11] I inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice.
[01:52.36] (Buckin' at stars) and write rhymes for hours
[01:55.29] The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours
[01:57.56] Bust this scenario, can't no other nigger in the barrio
[02:00.55] (From Newark to Ontario)
[02:01.83] Bust us when we in stereo
[02:03.84] Cause me and Rashida rock the battles
[02:06.00] It's apparent, you're no talent
[02:07.19] 'Cause your blazin' in your saddle
[02:08.75] Watch these rap bitches get all up in your pockets
[02:10.10] Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips
[02:13.53] Cause props is up, Digga's through the roof
[02:17.19] Burnin' niggers like I'm 90 proof
[02:18.32] And for all you head beaters
[02:20.46] The lead eaters
[02:21.06] The cheaters soon to be retreaters
[02:22.37] While mamasitas carry real heaters
[02:24.53] I rock the Dooby and
[02:26.35] L rocks the Nubian twists, 96
[02:28.73] Muthafuckeras gettin' dissed
[02:29.93] (Oleheee)
[02:31.75] Everyone wants to be a cowboy
[02:33.60] Grab the gun boys
[02:35.20] (Oleheee)
[02:36.72] Forty-five by my side
[02:38.02] Do we live no nigger dies
[02:40.33] Yeah, when the OUT's hooked up with the Refugees
[02:42.60] It be more niggers than the NAACP
[02:45.78] Comin' up on weed of all type
[02:48.27] Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes
[02:50.76] (Come on)
[02:51.40] (You've got to know when to hold them,
[02:53.53] Know when to fold them)
[02:56.24] I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine
[02:59.47] Steal your concubine
[03:00.40] Walk away with your goldmine
[03:02.09] So ooh aaah achiga
[03:04.21] Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa
[03:07.10] Fuck rhe sheriff, I shot John Wayne
[03:09.86] Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane
[03:12.34] Yeah me and that kid, um "What's his name?"
[03:14.90] That would be me, Young Zee from no brain
[03:17.59] Smokin' pure from the health fodd store
[03:19.83] While my whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
[03:22.91] Fuck with OUT's it's like those Islam brothers
[03:25.57] We march through your hood with a million muthafuckeras
[03:28.19] So let's get high off the Fu-Gee-La
[03:31.17] When the east is in the house
[03:32.40] Like I'm Blahzay-blah
[03:33.65] When pandemonium strikes, at midnight
[03:35.91] Hit full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic
[03:37.82] On some absurd shit
[03:39.49] You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger
[03:41.91] Niggas who take your measurements quick, don't make it quicker
[03:44.52] Stick and slide with vigor
[03:46.00] City streets hot like liquor
[03:46.94] 21 gun salutin, shootin' niggas from the roof and
[03:49.65] Got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you claim you movin'
[03:52.20] Your whole style is loose and we gon' sew it like it's cotton
[03:54.92] You fail to recognize that everybody could get gotten
[03:57.83] The bounty on your head, says your dead by manana
[04:00.15] Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
[04:03.53] Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
[04:05.67] Medina is the east side of town lounge never till we yawnin'
[04:08.31] Gun players regular front page is the bonus
[04:11.19] Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners
[04:14.06] Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners
[04:16.68] (Oleheee)
[04:18.59] Everyone wants to be a cowboy
[04:20.16] Grab the gun boys
[04:21.64] (Oleheee)
[04:23.65] Forty-five by my side
[04:24.94] Do we live no nigger dies
[04:26.84] Cowboys together
[04:31.15]
[04:47.88] Yo man its seems like
[04:50.45] You tryan get everybody
[04:51.31] But they gettin' us
[04:52.27] You know what I'm sayin'
[04:53.22] But you know, no need to cry
[04:55.52] 'Cause everything gonna be aight
[04:57.15] Man it's gonna be alright, you know
[04:59.07] It's just ill, you know
[04:59.98] Last night all i see is bullet
[05:01.80] And feet running and backs you know
[05:04.28] And when the smoke clears
[05:05.13] Little Joe on the ground
[05:06.43] He had to be no younger than 13, 14 old
[05:09.28] Watching his own blood pouring from his head
[05:12.19] Mother on her knees crying out her head off
[05:14.31] Hell nah, it's gonna be the death of another Nigga you know
[05:17.91] That's how it's always is
[05:20.77] We crying for after life
[05:22.24] While it's just still this one
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