Cowboys [LP Version]

We make moves in stage coaches
Yo, let's skip town like Harlem nights
And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers
When pandemonium strikes at midnight
That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain
(You've got to know when to hold them, know when to fold them)
Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane
Forty-five by my side
Thrown off the building like the Fall Guy

I inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice
Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic on some absurd shit

Yeah, when the out's hooked up with the Refugees
So they play the Jesse James character
Woman cry, woman cry, son still dies
Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips
No, the nigger dies

Ra Digga likes the roaches if anyone approaches
Fuck with out's it's like those Islam brothers
Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot
Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash
Yeah, me and that kid, um, what's his name?
Forty-five by my side

We be like noches, buenos
Grab your guns boy
It be more niggas than the N.A.A.C.P.
Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher

I rock the Dooby
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Forty-five by my side
Buckin' at stars and write rhymes for hours
Smokin' pure from the health food store
Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton

Watch these rap bitches get all up in your pockets
The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters
Wyclef, Pace 1, yo, this was how the West was won
With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot
Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on opponents

Grab your guns boy

You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct

I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy
The bounty on your head, says your dead by manana
Life will keep existing while I'm shittin' on opponents
Playin' cowboy, now you sleep with the slaves
So let's get high off the Fu-Gee-La

If you see him coming, you better start running
So ooh, aah, achiga, Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa
R&B singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers
Your whole style is loose and we gon' sew it like it's cotton
From Newark to Ontario, bust us when we in stereo
Like a terrorist, I guarantee you he'll be humming
Bust this scenario, can't no other niggers in the barrio

My style is perhaps one of the foulest
Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes
You fail to recognize that everybody could get gotten

You shot your bullet, but the bullet when [unverified]

Caved in the grave 'cause you didn't know how to behave
And got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you claim you movin'
Everyone wants to be a cowboy

Gun players regular front page is the bonus
Steal your concubine, walk away with your gold mine
Pace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot

No the nigger dies
Desperado, do work for new boy
Medina is the east side of town lounge never till we yawnin'
When the east is in the house, like I'm Blahzay-blah
Our motto, a true Desperado, rappers want to be actors
Stick and slide with vigor, city streets hot like liquor
The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours
Comin' up on weed of all type
21 gun salutin', shootin' niggas from the roof
And get they bones fractured
Burnin' niggers like I'm 90 proof
On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey
Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alley
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger

Cause props is up, Digga's through the roof
It's apparent, your no talent, 'cause you're blazin' in your saddle
'Cause me and Rashida rock the battles
Grab your guns boy

While my whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
And for all you head beaters
And L rocks the Nubian twists 96
Muthafuckas gettin' dissed

We march through your hood with a million muthafuckas
Niggas who take your measurements quick, don't make it quicker
Zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen, zen

While Mamasitas carry real heaters
I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine

Fuck the sheriff, I shot John Wayne
The town that I'm from beggars eat cat chowder