Текст песни Cowboys - Fugees
Yes
it's
the
Fugees,
outsiders
You
want
to
be
a
cowboy?
Everybody
get
your
guns
And
meet
me
outside
right
now
(Oleheee)
Everyone
wants
to
be
a
cowboy
Grab
the
gun
boys
(Oleheee)
Forty-five
by
my
side
Do
we
live
no
nigger
dies
Zen,
zen
zen
zen
zen
zen
zen
You
shot
your
bullet
But
the
bullet
went
desperado
(Do
work
for
new
boy)
I
pull
out
my
gun
and
plug
two
like
Trugoy
Wyclef
Pacewon
Yo
this
was
how
the
West
was
won
Our
motto,
a
true
Desperado
Rappers
want
to
be
actors
So
they
play
the
Jesse
James
character
And
get
they
bones
fractured
You
ain't
got
no
guns
You
off
to
the
precinct
Inside
tuff
guys
are
feminine
like
Sheena
Easton
Woman
cry,
woman
cry,
Son
still
dies
Thrown
off
the
building
like
the
Fall
guy
Caved
in
the
grave
cause
you
didn't
know
how
to
behave
Playin'
cowboy
now
you
sleep
with
the
slaves
Who's
the
desperado,
sellin'
bottles
in
the
alley
On
some
villain
shit,
wearin'
a
mask
like
Jim
Carrey
With
his
gat
cocked,
stinkin'
up
the
crack
spot
Pacewon
dies
with
both
eyes
on
the
jackpot
The
town
that
I'm
from
beggars
eat
cat
chowder
Sundance
Kid
is
the
everyday
purse
snatcher
If
you
see
him
coming,
you
better
start
running
Like
a
terrorist
I
guarantee
you
he'll
be
humming
Dynamite,
dynamite,
Clef
I
got
the
cash
Yo
let's
skip
town
like
Harlem
nights
(Oleheee)
Everyone
wants
to
be
a
cowboy
Grab
the
gun
boys
(Oleheee)
Forty-five
by
my
side
Do
we
live
no
nigger
dies
We
make
moves
in
stage
coaches
Rah
Digga
likes
the
roaches
If
anyone
approaches
We
be
like
noches,
buenos
And
I
compose
a
poem
for
the
many
gun-slingers
R
& B
singers,
perpetrating
guns
with
two
fingers
My
style
is
perhaps
one
of
the
foulest
I
inhale
large
clouds
of
smoke
through
my
chalice.
(Buckin'
at
stars)
and
write
rhymes
for
hours
The
ghetto
missy,
drinkin'
whiskey
sours
Bust
this
scenario,
can't
no
other
nigger
in
the
barrio
(From
Newark
to
Ontario)
Bust
us
when
we
in
stereo
Cause
me
and
Rashida
rock
the
battles
It's
apparent,
you're
no
talent
'Cause
your
blazin'
in
your
saddle
Watch
these
rap
bitches
get
all
up
in
your
pockets
Then
bounce
with
accountants
that
give
me
good
stock
tips
Cause
props
is
up,
Digga's
through
the
roof
Burnin'
niggers
like
I'm
90
proof
And
for
all
you
head
beaters
The
lead
eaters
The
cheaters
soon
to
be
retreaters
While
mamasitas
carry
real
heaters
I
rock
the
Dooby
and
L
rocks
the
Nubian
twists,
96
Muthafuckeras
gettin'
dissed
(Oleheee)
Everyone
wants
to
be
a
cowboy
Grab
the
gun
boys
(Oleheee)
Forty-five
by
my
side
Do
we
live
no
nigger
dies
Yeah,
when
the
OUT's
hooked
up
with
the
Refugees
It
be
more
niggers
than
the
NAACP
Comin'
up
on
weed
of
all
type
Smokin'
home-grown
out
tobacco
pipes
(Come
on)
(You've
got
to
know
when
to
hold
them,
Know
when
to
fold
them)
I
can
take
the
sunshine,
piss
in
your
wine
Steal
your
concubine
Walk
away
with
your
goldmine
So
ooh
aaah
achiga
Mamase
Mamasa
Mamakusa
Fuck
rhe
sheriff,
I
shot
John
Wayne
Push
him
off
the
runaway
train
in
the
movie
Shane
Yeah
me
and
that
kid,
um
"What's
his
name?"
That
would
be
me,
Young
Zee
from
no
brain
Smokin'
pure
from
the
health
fodd
store
While
my
whore
slaps
cops
like
Zsa
Zsa
Gabor
Fuck
with
OUT's
it's
like
those
Islam
brothers
We
march
through
your
hood
with
a
million
muthafuckeras
So
let's
get
high
off
the
Fu-Gee-La
When
the
east
is
in
the
house
Like
I'm
Blahzay-blah
When
pandemonium
strikes,
at
midnight
Hit
full
moon
splits
soft
niggas
in
a
lunatic
On
some
absurd
shit
You
talk
back,
hustlin'
crack
don't
make
you
bigger
Niggas
who
take
your
measurements
quick,
don't
make
it
quicker
Stick
and
slide
with
vigor
City
streets
hot
like
liquor
21
gun
salutin,
shootin'
niggas
from
the
roof
and
Got
nerve
to
mouth
about
it
and
the
weight
you
claim
you
movin'
Your
whole
style
is
loose
and
we
gon'
sew
it
like
it's
cotton
You
fail
to
recognize
that
everybody
could
get
gotten
The
bounty
on
your
head,
says
your
dead
by
manana
Pop
babies
whisperin'
that
there's
a
body
dropped,
behind
the
lot
Police
blew
up
the
spot
and
locked
the
whole
block
Medina
is
the
east
side
of
town
lounge
never
till
we
yawnin'
Gun
players
regular
front
page
is
the
bonus
Life
will
keep
existing
while
I'm
shitin'
on
the
corners
Life
will
keep
existing
while
I'm
shitin'
on
the
corners
(Oleheee)
Everyone
wants
to
be
a
cowboy
Grab
the
gun
boys
(Oleheee)
Forty-five
by
my
side
Do
we
live
no
nigger
dies
Cowboys
together
Yo
man
its
seems
like
You
tryan
get
everybody
But
they
gettin'
us
You
know
what
I'm
sayin'
But
you
know,
no
need
to
cry
'Cause
everything
gonna
be
aight
Man
it's
gonna
be
alright,
you
know
It's
just
ill,
you
know
Last
night
all
i
see
is
bullet
And
feet
running
and
backs
you
know
And
when
the
smoke
clears
Little
Joe
on
the
ground
He
had
to
be
no
younger
than
13,
14
old
Watching
his
own
blood
pouring
from
his
head
Mother
on
her
knees
crying
out
her
head
off
Hell
nah,
it's
gonna
be
the
death
of
another
Nigga
you
know
That's
how
it's
always
is
We
crying
for
after
life
While
it's
just
still
this
one
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