Lyrics Ghetto Cowboy - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Ghetto Cowboy

You better count your money
(Ghetto Cowboy)
You better count your money
(Ghetto Cowboy)
You better count your money
(Ghetto 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’mma 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 4 counties, for armed robbery, killed 2 sheriffs,
6 of his best men with my head
Stole 2 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 stall (ion) 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 -n- hookup.»
You better count your money
(Ghetto Cowboy)
You better count your money
(Ghetto Cowboy)
«Rise -n- shine, good morning, howdy
Nine o' clock we meet my boy in the saloon in the valley
Now I dun 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 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 low-down me and Blackjack
Be ready for the showdown, with 2 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 You better count your money
Ghetto Cowboy