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Video Cowboys - Videos Musicales Gratis
This is the FugeesOutsiders 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:] Zenzen zen zen zen zen zen You shot your bulletbut the bullet when Desperadodo 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 mottoa 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 gunsyou off to the precinct Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton [WYCLEF:] Woman crywoman crySon 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 desperadosellin bottles in the alley On some villain shitwearin a mask like Jim Carrey With his gat cockedstinkin 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 comingyou better start running Like a terrorist I guarantee you he ll be humming.
PACE1: DynamitedynamiteClef 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 nochesbuenos And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers R & B singersperpetrating 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 missydrinkin whiskey sours.
[LAURYN:] Bust this scenariocan 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 apparentyou re no talentcause 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 upDigga s through the roof Burnin n ers like I m 90 proof.
[LAURYN:] And for all you head beaters The lead eatersthe 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:] Yeahwhen 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 sunshinepiss in your wine Steal your concubinewalk away with your goldmine.
Young Zee: So ooh aaah achigaMamase Mamasa Mamakusa [PRAZ:] F the sheriffI shot John Wayne Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane Yeah me and that kidum "What s his name?" [Young Zee:] That would be meYoung 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 houselike I m Blahzay-blah [FORTE:] When pandemonium strikesat midnight Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic On some absurd s t You talk backhustlin crack don t make you bigger N as who take your measurements quickdon t make it quicker.
Stick and slide with vigor City streets hot like liquor 21 gun salutinshootin 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 headsays your dead by manana Pop babies whisperin that there s a body droppedbehind 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.
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