Cowboys lyrics

Artist  : Fugees 
Song : Cowboys



 Send "Cowboys" Ringtone to your Cell 

 This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here: 



[(CHORUS) CLEF:]

Everyone wants to be a cowboy 

Grab your guns boy 

Forty-five by my side, 

No the n***er dies. 



[PACE1:]

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen 

You shot your bullet, but the bullet when ****


Desperado, do work for new boy 

I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy 



[WYCLEF:] Wyclef 



[PACE1:] [PACE 1]



[WYCLEF:] Yo this was how the West was
won, 



[PACE1:] Our motto, a true Desperado. 



[WYCLEF:]

Rappers want to be actors 

So they play the Jesse James Character 



[PACE1:] And get they bones fractured.




[PACE1:]

You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct


Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton




[WYCLEF:]

Woman cry, woman cry, Son still dies 



Thrown off the building like the Fall guy 

Caved in the grave cause you didn't know how to
behave 

Playin' cowboy now you sleep with the slaves 



[PACE1:]

Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alley


On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim
Carrey 

With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot


Pace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot 



[WYCLEF:]

The town that I'm from beggars eat cat chowder


Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher 

If you see him coming, you better start running


Like a terrorist I guarantee you he'll be
humming. 

PACE1: Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash




[WYCLEF:] Yo let's skip town like Harlem
nights. 



[LAURYN:]

We make moves in stage coaches 

Rah Digga likes the roaches 

If anyone approaches 

We be like noches, buenos 

And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers


R & B singers, perpetrating guns with two
fingers. 



[RAH DIGGA:]

My style is perhaps one of the foulest 

I inhale large clouds of smoke through my
chalice. 

(Buckin' at stars) and write rhymes for hours


The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours. 



[LAURYN:]

Bust this scenario, can't no other n***ers in the
barrio 

(From Newark to Ontario), bust us when we in
stereo. 

Cause me and Rashida rock the battles 

It's apparent, you're no talent, cause your
blazin' in your saddle. 



[RAH DIGGA:]

Watch these rap b***hes get all up in your
pockets 

Then bounce with accountants that give me good
stock tips 

Cause props is up, Digga's through the roof 

Burnin' n***ers like I'm 90 proof. 



[LAURYN:]

And for all you head beaters 

The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be
retreaters 

While mamasitas carry real heaters. 



[RAH DIGGA:]

I rock the Dooby and 

L rocks the Nubian twists 

96 

Muthaf***as gettin' dissed 



[CLEF: (Chorus)]

Everyone wants to be a cowboy 

Grab your guns boy 

Forty-five by my side, 

No the n***er dies. 



[Young Zee:]

Yeah, when the OUT's hooked up with the Refugees


It be more n***as than the NAACP 

Comin' up on weed of all type 

Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes. 



[PRAZ:]

(You've got to know when to hold them, 

Know when to fold them) 

I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine 

Steal your concubine, walk away with your
goldmine. 

Young Zee: So ooh aaah achiga, Mamase Mamasa
Mamakusa 



[PRAZ:]

F*** the sheriff, I shot John Wayne 

Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane


Yeah me and that kid, um "What's his name?" 



[Young Zee:]

That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain 

Smokin' pure from the health fodd store, 

While my whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor 

F**k with OUT's it's like those Islam brothers,


We march through your hood with a million
muthaf***as. 

So let's get high off the Fu-Gee-La 

When the east is in the house, like I'm
Blahzay-blah 



[FORTE:]

When pandemonium strikes, at midnight 

Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic 

On some absurd s**t 

You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you
bigger 

N***as who take your measurements quick, don't
make it quicker. 

Stick and slide with vigor 

City streets hot like liquor 

21 gun salutin, shootin' niggas from the roof and


Got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you
claim you movin' 

Your whole style is loose and we gon' sew it like
it's cotton. 

You fail to recognize that everybody could get
gotten 

the bounty on your head, says your dead by manana


Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body
dropped, behind the lot 

Police blew up the spot and locked the whole
block 

Medina is the east side of town lounge never till
we yawnin' 

Gun players regular front page is the bonus 

Life will keep existing while I'm s***tin' on the
corners 

Life will keep existing while I'm s***tin' on the
corners 



[CHORUS: (Clef)]

Everyone wants to be a cowboy 

Grab your guns boy 

Forty-five by my side, 

No the n***er dies.