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