Lyrics Cowboy - Fatboy Slim
[Verse
1]
Uh,
c′mon,
uh,
yo,
yo
Niggas
they
drug
her
up
like
liquid
How
she
dish
shit
Man,
woman,
boy
and
girl
got
addicted
Damn
she
flipped
it,
when
gone
they
missed
it
Been
on
cuz,
they
can't
stop
her
climb
Nigga
you
digs
it?
Want
that,
well
you
can
keep
that
Cuz
other
bitches
out
there
wack
but
you
can′t
see
that
E-v
is
top
notch,
i
had
to
spot
watch
To
make
sure
i
made
it
mine
Cuz
you
can't
cock
block,
came
up
Fucked
the
game
up
Now
your
record
sales
is
weak
but
you
can't
blame
us
Cuz
none
can
tame
us,
the
game′ll
never
drain
us
Cuz
we
gon′
stop
your
shine
And
it
remains
us
It's
all
good,
you
takin
everything
sweet
But
it′s
the
problems
and
the
pressure
that
they
can't
see
I′m
tryin
to
make
a
quick
flip
Nigga
can
you
dig
this?
Shit
is
real,
make
a
mil
forever
be
that
rich
bitch
Chorus:
Where
my
niggas
at?
[what]
Where
my
thugs
at?
[what]
Where
my
niggas
gettin
stacks?
You
know
where
we
at
Now
where
my
bitches
at?
[what]
Where
my
hoes
at?
[what]
Where
my
bitches
chasin
stacks?
You
know
where
we
at
[Verse
2]
Uh,
yo
They
callin
me
a
savage
Cuz
i
gotta
have
it
I
aint
work
this
hard
not
to
ball
and
live
lavish
And
let
some
clown
take
my
shine
like
i
aint
workin
overtime
I
refuse
to
fuck
up,
and
lose
my
place
i
got
in
line,
huh
Bitch
please
Erased
your
name
with
ease
And
it
was
nothin,
caught
you
stuntin
got
no
room
to
breathe
Only
into
big
things
All
day
spit
game
Tryin
to
put
my
people
up
on
paper
before
shit
change
I
be
up,
late
night
Tryin
to
get
my
papes
right
After
every
show,
i
gotta
go,
i
got
a
late
flight
Thought
they
had
us
figure
out
Cuz
we
pullin
figures
out
Not
that
bitch,
who
is
she
and
what's
that
nigga
swizz
about?
Questions
start
to
come
about
Thought
my
time
was
runnin
out
But
never
cuz
i′m
better
under
pressure,
guess
you
figured
out
Stop
all
the
dumb
shit
I
came
to
run
shit
Think
i'm
leaving,
not
at
all
i'm
havin
to
much
fun
shee-it
Chorus
[Verse
3]
Uh,
yo
Y′all
niggas
must
be
buggin
out
The
industry
we
dug
it
out
We
always
keep
it
gangsta
we
change
what
y′all
be
talkin'
bout
Some
get
away
with
bullshit
But
they
the
ones
who
drown
quick
Back
on
the
block,
hustlin,
scrapin
money
up
to
buy
a
brick
Too
late,
cuz
it′s
over
now
I
done
shut
this
whole
shit
down
Yeah
it's
me
again,
you
outta
touch
bitch,
fix
your
frown
C′mon!
c'mon!
uh!
uh!
what!
what!
c′mon!
Bounce
[30x]
Chorus
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