Ghetto Cowboy

You better count your money

You better count your money, boy (Ghetto)

You better count your money (Cowboy)

You better count your money, boy (Ghetto)

You better count your money (Cowboy)

You better count your money, boy (Ghetto)

You better count your money (Cowboy)

You better count your money, boy

The name is Krayzie, big badass bone

Wanted up North for all the gold that I stole

Along with some cash, even took the mayor's daughter

Now that there's kidnap, but she was with it, so I brought her

Done got myself into a whole heap of trouble

Double crossed by the law, so there's nobody to run to

Yeah, it's just me and my sawed off shotgun

Outlaw, call him Leather Face, I'm headed for the West

Heard they gotta couple banks in town that ain't been held up yet

Well uh, I oughta 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 watchin for them damn ninjas

They like to catch you then they rob and split

I be a rootin', tootin', shootin' damn fool, protectin' my chips

All of a sudden, I heard somebody rumble in the bushes

Stop my horse, whoa, Nellie

Who in the bushes? You better speak out

Or I'ma let my shotgun song sing out

(Who is this? Hope this ain't the law)

(Drawn out the bushes with my sawed-off shotgun)

Come on out, right now, I'm gettin' angry

Took a strep back 'cause it could get dangerous

(Please don't shoot it's just me, thug queen, a 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 hand

(Stole horses, thought you was the law)

(That's why I jumped in the bushes)

Goodness, now she was hotter the 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 your down, you can pick yourself a pretty penny

Be in town in a minute, now be sure if you're ready

(We up before the sunrise, got a stallion for your partna to ride)

(Hit the saloon for the moonshine)

(Down for whatever, let's ride, let's ride)

(These directions say we go to Tucson, Arizona)

(When we arrive we'll cope a place we can bunk)

(And meet my boy in the mornin' for details and hook up)

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 and shine, good mornin', howdy

Nine o'clock we meet my boy in the saloon in the valley

Now I done came a long way and I don't wanna be late

(Talkin' 'bout makin' tokens, 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)

You better count your money (Cowboy)

I'm peepin' Krayzie's wanted poster in the saloon

So I assume it'll be trouble round here pretty soon

Glance across the room, I see this youngster gettin' ready to fight

But if he mess with the night, I think that Krayzie just might take his life

So I approach him and I pause, look man, I really don't wanna brawl

But won't you chill before them laws quit messing up this master plan

Since he already rowdy, I just asked the man (Hey?)

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 P, can I get a twelve gauge?

Outlaw everyday on the front page

Mr. Kid, if you give me the lowdown

Me and Blackjack, we 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 a guy run in the bar screaming, Krayzie's in town

Now when we get to the saloon, you don't worry

Wait outside and don't be stealing nobody's damn horses

Step 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 your good at robbin' banks like you rustle that cattle up

Now y'all, it's gon' be getting dark real soon

I think your 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 (Ghetto)

Move out, giddy up, giddy up, giddy up (Ghetto Cowboy)

You better count your money

You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy)

You better count your money (Yeah)

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)