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, even took the mayors daughter
 Now, that there's kidnappin' but she was with it, so I brought her
 Then, 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 got
 A couple banks in town that ain't been held up yet
 Well, uh, I oughta make it by sundown
 I figure thats enough time for me to get the whole rundown
 So, I continue my mission, it's gettin' dark
 So I'm watchin' for them damn Injuns
 They like to catch ya, 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'm a let my shotgun song sing out
 Thug Queen, the horse stealer?
 Who is this? I hope this ain't the law
 Jump out the bushes with my sawed-off shotgun
 C'mon out, right now I'm gettin' angry
 Took a step back, 'cause it could get dangerous
 Please don't shoot, it's just me
 Then, why the hell is you hidin' in them bushes
 I'm wanted in four counties for armed robbery
 Killed to two sheriffs, six of his best men with my hand
 Stole two horses
 Thought you was the law, that's why I jumped in the bushes
 Goodness now, she was hotter than the barrel on fire
 But I could use her for the job, so I told her to ride, c'mon
 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 yore with it
 We out before the sun rise
 Gotta stallion for your partner 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 cop a place we can bunk
 And meet my boy in the mornin' for details and hook-up
 You better count your money, ghetto 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
 Tell him I make ya, 'cause you know we ain't
 Move out, giddyup, giddyup, giddyup
 (Whip cracks, horses neigh)
 You better count your money, ghetto cowboy
 I'm peepin' Krayzies wanted poster in the saloon
 So I assume it'll be trouble around here pretty soon
 Glance across the room
 I see this youngster getting ready to fight
 But if he mess up 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 come
 Messin' 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 names Powder P, can I get a twelve gauge?
 Outlaw, everyday on the front page
 Mister Kid, if you give me the lowdown
 Me and Black Jack be ready for the showdown
 With two double-barrels pointed at whatever
 Well stick together, I'm purty clever
 So saddle up, jump on the bandwagon
 Because its all goin' down
 I heard a guy run in the bar screamin' "Krayzies in town"
 Now when we get to the saloon, you dont worry
 Wait outside and don't be stealin', nobody's damn horses
 Step inside the bar, Lay the 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 good at robbin' banks like you rustle that cattle up
 Now, y'all, it's gon' be gettin' dark real soon
 I think you're right, I say we move
 C'mon, let's move out
 Giddyup, giddyup, giddyup, move out
 (Whip cracks, horses neigh)
 You better count your money, ghetto cowboy