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The is Krayzie, big bad ass bone, Wanted up north for all the that I stole, Along with some cash I even the mayor's daughter, Now that there's kidnap, but she was with us so I her. Dun got myself into a whole of trouble, Double by the law so it's nobody to run to, it's just me and my sawed-off shotgun, I dun now call him I'm headed for the west heard they got a couple in town ain't been held up yet, well uh, I ought to make it by sundown, I that's enough time for me to get the whole rundown, So I continue my mission, it's gettin' So now I'm watching for damn injuns, like to catch up then they rob -n- split. I'll be a rootin' tootin' shootin' damn fool, 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.
Who's this ain't the law, draw out the bushes with my sawed-off shotgun.
Come on out right now I'm angry. a step back 'cause it could get dangerous.
Please don't shoot it's me Thug Queen Horse Stealer.
Then why the hell is you in them bushes
I'm in four counties, for armed robbery, Killed two sheriffs, six of his men with my head, two horses, thought you was the law that's why I jumped in the bushes.
Goodness. Now she was hotter a barrel of fire but I could use her for the job so I her to ride, come on.
May I ask you what you headed to the for?
I got a got a plan for some dough and if you're down You can pick up 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 here for your partner To ride hit the saloon the moon shine down For whatever let's let's ride.
directions say we go to Tucson, Arizona When we arrive we'll cop a we can bunk, And meet my boy in the morning for 'n hookup.
You count your money You better count money (Ghetto Cowboy) You better your money You better count money (Ghetto Cowboy)
'n shine, good morning, howdy. Nine o' clock we meet my boy in the in the valley. Now I dun a long way and I don't wanna be late.
him I'll make it to him, you know we ain't.
Move out, up giddy up giddy up Move out, up giddy up giddy up Move out, giddy up giddy up up out, giddy up giddy up giddy up
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I'm peepin' Krayzie's 'Wanted' in the saloon, So I assume be trouble round here pretty soon. Glanced across the room I seen this youngster ready to fight But if he up tonight I think that Krayzie just might 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 rowdy I'm just asked 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 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, two double barrels pointed at whatever, stick together, I'm pretty clever.
So saddle up, on the bandwagon because it's all goin' down. I the guy runnin' the bar screamin' 'Krayzie's in town.'
Now when we get to this saloon, you don't worry, outside. Don't be stealin' damn horses. inside 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 to meet ya son. Oh yeah, you I also brought a friend along, meet Thug Queen, The horse peddler, straggler, met her.
Howdy partner, got the horses saddled up.
I hope you're at robbin' banks like you rustle that cattle up.
Now y'all, gonna be gettin' dark real soon.
I you're right I say we move, come on let's.
out, giddy up giddy up giddy up Move out, up giddy up giddy up Move out, giddy up giddy up up Move out, giddy up giddy up up
You better count money You better count your You better your money You count your money You better count your You count your money You count your money You better your money
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