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The is Krayzie, big bad ass bone, Wanted up for all the gold that I stole, Along with some cash I even the mayor's daughter, Now that there's kidnap, but she was us so I brought her. Dun got myself into a whole of trouble, Double crossed by the law so it's to run to, Yeah it's me and my sawed-off shotgun, I dun now him 'Leatherface' I'm headed for the west heard they got a couple in town That ain't been held up yet, well uh, I to make it by sundown, I figure that's time for me to get the whole rundown, So I my mission, it's gettin' dark So now I'm watching for damn injuns, like to catch up then they rob -n- split. I'll be a rootin' tootin' shootin' fool, protectin' my chips. All of a sudden, I heard rumble in the bushes, stopped my horse, Nelly! Who in the bushes, you speak up, Or let my shotgun's song sing out.
Who's Hope this ain't the law, draw out the bushes with my shotgun.
Come on out right now I'm angry. Took a step 'cause it could get dangerous.
Please don't shoot it's just me Thug Queen Stealer.
Then why the hell is you in them bushes
I'm wanted in four counties, for robbery, two sheriffs, six of his best men with my head, Stole two horses, thought you was the law why I jumped in the bushes.
Goodness. Now she was hotter than a barrel of but I use her for the job so I told her to ride, come on.
May I ask you what you headed to the west
I got a partner got a plan for some and if you're down You can pick up yourself a penny. Be in town in a minute now be sure if you're it.
We be up before the sun rise got a stallion for your partner To ride hit the saloon before the shine down For whatever let's let's ride.
These say we go to Tucson, Arizona When we arrive cop a place we can bunk, And my boy in the morning for details 'n hookup.
You better count money You count your money (Ghetto Cowboy) You better count money You better your money (Ghetto Cowboy)
'n shine, good morning, howdy. Nine o' clock we my boy in the saloon in the valley. Now I dun came a long way and I don't be late.
Tell him I'll make it to him, you we ain't.
out, giddy up giddy up giddy up Move out, giddy up up giddy up Move out, up giddy up giddy up Move out, up giddy up giddy up
You better count your (Ghetto cowboy) You count your money
I'm peepin' Krayzie's poster in the saloon, So I assume it'll be trouble round here soon. Glanced the room I seen this youngster gettin' ready to fight But if he mess up tonight I think that Krayzie might take his life. So I him and I paused. Look man, I really don't wanna brawl, but you chill before them laws, Come messin' up this plan, Since he already rowdy I'm just the man (Dang) You want some work partner put in your bid And by the way now what's name, they call me Layzie the Kid.
The name's Pete, can I get a twelve gauge! every day, on the front page. Mister Kid, if you give me the low me and Blackjack, Be ready for the showdown, with two double pointed at whatever, stick together, I'm pretty clever.
So saddle up, jump on the bandwagon because all goin' down. I heard the guy runnin' the bar screamin' in town.'
Now when we get to this saloon, you don't worry, outside. be stealin' nobody's damn horses. Stepped the bar. Kid you son of a gun!
Hey man I'm glad you made it safely, now let's go have fun. And this my partner Powder, a young gun.
Mighty glad to ya son. Oh yeah, you know I brought a friend along, meet Thug Queen, The peddler, straggler, just met her.
Howdy partner, already got the horses up.
I hope good at robbin' banks like you rustle that cattle up.
Now y'all, it's gonna be dark real soon.
I think you're I say we move, come on let's.
out, giddy up giddy up giddy up Move out, giddy up up giddy up Move out, giddy up giddy up up Move out, up giddy up giddy up
You better count money You better count money You count your money You count your money You better your money You better count money You better your money You better count money
(Ghetto Cowboy)