Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rhinestone Cowboy, artist - Madvillain. Album song Madvillainy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.03.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Stones Throw
Song language: English
Rhinestone Cowboy |
Hold the cold one |
Like he hold the old gun |
Like he hold the microphone |
And stole the show for fun |
Hold a foe for ransom |
Flows is handsome |
O’s in tandem |
Anthem, random, tantrum |
Phantom of the Grand Old Opry |
Ask the dumb hottie |
Masked pump shottie |
Somebody stop me |
Hardly come sloppy on a retarded hard copy |
After rockin' parties he departed in a jalopy |
Watch the droptop pop |
Known as the grimy limey slimy |
Try me blimey |
Simply smashing in a fashion that’s timely |
Madvillain dashing in a beat rhyme crime spree |
We rock the house like rock 'n roll |
Got more soul than a sock with a hole |
Set the stage with a goal |
To have the game locked in a cage |
Getting shocked with a pole |
Overthrow it like throwing rover acuit |
A lot of bitches think he’s overly chauvanistic |
Let go his dick if that’s the case |
Rats, what a waste |
More cats to chase |
Dogs he got 'em like new powers |
Woke up, wrote and spit the shit in a few hours |
Sheesh! |
Been unleashed since the glee club |
Had your fam saying please make me a dub |
Well, since you ask kindly |
Where he been behind the mask |
Who can’t find me? |
You’re blind in the wine zone |
Leave ya mind blown when he shine with the 9 he’s a rhinestone… |
cowboy. |
Goony goo goo loony koo-koo like Gary Gnu off New Zoo Review |
But who knew the mask had a loose screw? |
Hell, could hardly tell |
Had to like |
It speaks well of the hyper bass |
Wasn’t even tweaked and it leaked into cyberspace |
Couldn’t wait for the snipes to place |
At least a track list in bold print typeface |
Stopped for a year |
Come back with thumb tacks |
Pop for the beer |
We’re hip hop sharecroppers |
Used to wear flip flops, now rare gear coppers |
He’s in it for the quiche |
You might as well not ask for no free shit, capiche? |
Oh my aching hands |
From raking in grands and breakin in mic stands |
Villain — his smile stuns ya chick |
While he puts himself in your shoes |
Run ya kicks |
You heard it on the radio-tape it |
Play it in your stereo, your crew’ll go apeshit |
The same intuition that tells who spiked the punch |
Curses |
He’s truly the worsest |
With enough rhymes to spread |
Throughout the boundless universes |
Let the beat blast |
She told him wear the mask |
He said you bet your sweet ass |
Its made of fine chrome alloy |
Find him on the grind |
He’s the rhinestone cowboy |