Текст песни The Fugees - Cowboys, слова песни The Fugees

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This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here:[CLEF]:CHORUSEveryone wants to be a cowboyGrab your guns boyForty-five by my side,No the nigger dies.[PACE1]Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zenYou shot your bullet, but the bullet when ****Desperado, do work for new boyI 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 actorsSo they play the Jesse James Character[PACE1]And get they bones fractured.[PACE1]You ain`t got no guns, you off to the precinctInside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton[WYCLEF]Woman cry, woman cry, Son still diesThrown off the building like the Fall guyCaved in the grave cause you didn`t know how to behavePlayin` cowboy now you sleep with the slaves[PACE1]Who`s the desperado, sellin` bottles in the alleyOn some villain shit, wearin` a mask like Jim CarreyWith his gat cocked, stinkin` up the crack spotPace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot[WYCLEF]The town that I`m from beggars eat cat chowderSundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcherIf you see him coming, you better start runningLike 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 coachesRa Digga likes the roachesIf anyone approachesWe be like noches, buenosAnd I compose a poem for the many gun-slingersR & B singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers.[RA DIGGA]My style is perhaps one of the foulestI inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice.(Buckin` at stars) and write rhymes for hoursThe ghetto missy, drinkin` whiskey sours.[LAURYN]Bust this scenario, can`t no other niggers in the barrio(From Newark to Ontario), bust us when we in stereo.Cause me and Rashida rock the battlesIt`s apparent, your no talent, cause your blazin` in your saddle.[RA DIGGA]Watch these rap bitches get all up in your pocketsThen bounce with accountants that give me good stock tipsCause props is up, Digga`s through the roofBurnin` niggers like I`m 90 proof.[LAURYN]And for all you head beatersThe lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreatersWhile mamasitas carry real heaters.[RA DIGGA]I rock the Dooby andL rocks the Nubian twists 96Muthafuckas gettin` dissed[CLEF]:CHORUSEveryone wants to be a cowboyGrab your guns boyForty-five by my side,No the nigger dies.[YOUNG ZEE]Yeah, when the OUT`s hooked up with the RefugeesIt be more niggas than the NAACPComin` up on weed of all typeSmokin` 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 wineSteal your concubine, walk away with your goldmine.[YOUNG ZEE]So ooh aaah achiga, Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa[PRAZ]Fuck the sheriff, I shot John WaynePush him off the runaway train in the movie ShaneYeah me and that kid, um "What`s his name?"[YOUNG ZEE]That would be me, Young Zee from No BrainSmokin` pure from the health fodd store,While my whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa GaborFuck with OUT`s it`s like those Islam brothers,We march through your hood with a million muthafuckas.So let`s get high off the Fu-Gee-LaWhen the east is in the house, like I`m Blahzay-blah[FORTE]When pandemonium strikes, at midnightFull moon splits soft niggas in a lunaticOn some absurd shitYou talk back, hustlin` crack don`t make you biggerNiggas who take your measurements quick, don`t make it quicker.Stick and slide with vigorCity streets hot like liquor21 gun salutin, shootin` niggas from the roof andGot 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 gottenthe bounty on your head, says your dead by mananaPop babies whisperin` that there`s a body dropped, behind the lotPolice blew up the spot and locked the whole blockMedina is the east side of town lounge never till we yawnin`Gun players regular front page is the bonusLife will keep existing while I`m shitin` on opponentsLife will keep existing while I`m shitin` on opponents[CLEF]:CHORUSEveryone wants to be a cowboyGrab your guns boyForty-five by my side,No the nigger dies.

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