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You better count your money You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy) (Ghetto) You better count your money (Cowboy) You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy) (Ghetto) You better count your money (Cowboy) You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy) (Ghetto) You better count your money (Cowboy) You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy) The name is Krayzie, big bad ass bone Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole Along with some cash I even took the mayor's daughter Now that there's kidnap, but she was with us so I brought her Dun got myself into a whole heap of trouble Double-crossed by the law so it's nobody to run to Yeah it's just me and my sawed-off shotgun I dun now call him Leatherface I'm headed for the west heard they got a couple banks in town That ain't been held up yet, well uh, I ought to make it by sundown I figure that's enough time for me to get the whole rundown So I continue my mission, it's gettin' dark So now I'm watching for them damn injuns They like to catch up then they rob n split I'll be a rootin' tootin' shootin' damn fool, protectin' my chips All of a sudden, I heard somebody rumble in the bushes Stopped my horse, whoa Nelly! Who in the bushes? You better speak up Or I'ma let my shotgun's song sing out (Who's this? Hope this ain't the law, draw out the bushes with my sawed-off shotgun) Come on out right now I'm gettin' angry Took a step back 'cause it could get dangerous (Please don't shoot it's just me, Thug Queen Horse Stealer) Then why the hell is you hidin' in them bushes (I'm wanted in four counties, for armed robbery, killed two sheriffs) (Six of his best men with my head) (Stole two horses, thought you was the law that's why I jumped in the bushes) Goodness Now she was hotter than a barrel of fire But I could use her for the job so I told her to ride, come on (May I ask you what you headed to the west for?) I got a partner got a plan for some dough And if you're down you can pick up yourself a pretty penny Be in town in a minute now be sure if you're with it (We be up before the sun rise got a stallion here for your partner to ride) (Hit the saloon before the moon shine down for whatever let's ride let's ride) These directions say we go to Tucson, Arizona When we arrive we'll cop a place we can bunk And meet my boy in the morning for details and hookup You better count your money (Ghetto) You better count your money (Cowboy) You better count your money (Ghetto) You better count your money (Cowboy) Rise n shine, good morning, howdy Nine o' clock we meet my boy in the saloon in the valley Now I don't came a long way and I don't wanna be late (Tell him I'll make it to him, you know we ain't) Move out! Giddy up giddy up giddy up Move out! Giddy up giddy up giddy up Move out! Giddy up giddy up giddy up Move out! Giddy up giddy up You better count your money (Ghetto cowboy) You better count your money I'm peepin' Krayzie's wanted poster in the saloon So I assume it'll be trouble round here pretty soon Glanced across the room I seen this youngster gettin' ready to fight But if he mess up tonight I think that Krayzie just might take his life So I approached him and I paused Look man, I really don't wanna brawl, but won't you chill before them laws Come messin' up this master plan Since he already rowdy I'm just asked the man (dang) You want some work well partner put in your bid And by the way now what's your name, they call me Layzie the Kid The name's Powder Pete, can I get a 12 gauge Outlaw every day, on the front page Mister Kid, if you give me the lowdown Me and Blackjack, be ready for the showdown With two double barrels pointed at whatever We'll stick together, I'm pretty clever So saddle up, jump on the bandwagon Because it's all goin' down I heard the guy runnin' the bar screamin' "Krayzie's in town" Now when we get to this saloon, you don't worry, wait outside Don't be stealin' nobody's damn horses Stepped inside the bar Layzie Kid you son of a gun Hey man I'm glad you made it safely, now let's go have some fun And this my partner Powder, he's a young gun Howdy Mighty glad to meet ya son Oh yeah, you know I also brought a friend along Meet Thug Queen, the horse peddler, straggler, just met her (Howdy partner, already got the horses saddled up) I hope you're good at robbin' banks like you rustle that cattle up Now y'all, it's gonna be gettin' dark real soon I think you're right I say we move, come on let's move out Giddy up giddy up giddy up Move out! Giddy up giddy up giddy up Move out! Giddy up giddy up giddy up Move out! Giddy up giddy up You better count your money You better count your money You better count your money You better count your money You better count your money You better count your money You better count your money You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy) (Ghetto Cowboy) (Ghetto Cowboy) Yeah oh yeah (Ghetto Cowboy)
Writer(s): Anthony Henderson, Steven Howse, Kamilha Greer, Felecia Nicole Lindsey, Jimmy Lee Burk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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