Ghetto Cowboy Lyrics - Layzie Bone

You better count your money. 

You better count money 

(ghetto cowboy) 

(ghetto cowboy) 

You better count your money. 

You better count money 

(ghetto cowboy) 

(ghetto cowboy) 

You better count your money. 

You better count money 

(ghetto cowboy) 

(ghetto cowboy) 

You better count your money. 

You better count money 

(ghetto cowboy) 

(ghetto cowboy) 

Tha name is Krayzie 

Big Bad Ass Bone 

Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole 

Along with some cash 

Even took the mayor's daughter 

Now that theres kidnappin 

But she was wid it so I brought her 

Done got myself into a whole heap of trouble 

Double crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to 

Yeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgun 

Outlaw, call him Leather Face 

Im headed for the west 

Heard they gotta couple banks in town that ain't been held up yet 

Well uh, I oughta make it by sundown 

I figure that's enough time to get tha whole run down 

So I continue my mission 

Its gettin dark so now Im 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? 

Ya betta speak out 

Or Ima let my shotgun song sing out 

Who is this? 

Hope this ain't tha law 

Drawed out tha bushes with my sawed off shotgun 

Come on out 

Right now, Im gettin angry 

Took a step back cuz it could get dangerous 

Please don't shoot its just me, Thug Queen, a horse stealer 

Then why the hell is you hidin in them bushes? 

Im wanted in four counties 

For armed robbery 

Killed 2 sheriffs, 6 of his best men with my hands 

Stole 2 horses 

Thought you was the law 

Thats why I jumped in tha bushes 

Goodness 

Now she was hotter than a barrel of fire 

But I could use her for the job 

So I told her to ride 

C'mon 

May I ask whatcha headin to the west for? 

I got a partna 

Got a plan for some do 

And if ya down 

You can pick up yourself a pretty penny 

Be in town in a minute 

So be sure if you're wid it 

We out before the sunrise 

Gotta style here 

For your partna to ride 

Hit tha saloon for the moonshine 

Down for whateva 

Lets ride (lets ride) 

These directions say we to Tucson, Arizona 

When we arrive 

Ill cop a place we can bunk 

Meet my boy in tha mornin 

For details and hook up 

You better count your money. 

You better count money 

(ghetto cowboy) 

(ghetto cowboy) 

You better count your money. 

You better count money 

(ghetto cowboy) 

(ghetto cowboy) 

Rise and shine 

Good mornin, Howdy 

9 o clock we meet my boy in tha saloon in tha valley 

Now I done came a long way 

And I don't wanna be late 

Time I make em tokens 

You know we ain't 

Move Out 

Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up 

Move Out 

Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up 

Move Out 

Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up 

Move Out 

Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up 

You better count your money. 

You better count money 

(ghetto cowboy) 

(ghetto cowboy) 

Im peepin Krayzies wanted poster in tha saloon 

So I assume 

Itll be trouble round here pretty soon 

Glance across the room 

I see this youngsta gettin ready to fire 

But if he messin tonight 

I think that Krayzie just might take his life 

So I approach him and I pause 

Look man 

I really don't wanna brawl 

So wont ya chill before them laws 

Come messin up this masta plan 

Since he already rowdy 

I just asked the man (HEY) 

You want some work? 

Well partna put in your bid 

And by the way now whats your name? 

They call me Layzie the Kid 

Tha names Powder P 

Can I get a 12 guage? 

Outlawd everyday 

On the front page 

Now Mr. Kid 

If you give me the lowdown 

Me and Blackjack 

Be ready for the showdown 

With 2 double barrels pointed at whateva 

We stick togetha 

Im perty cleva 

So saddle up 

Jump on the band wagon 

Cuz its all goin down 

I heard a guy run in the bar screamin "Krayzie's in town" 

Now when we get to the saloon 

You don't worry 

Wait outside 

And don't be stealin nobody's damn horses 

Step inside tha bar 

Layzie Kid you son of a gun 

hey man, Im glad you made it safely 

Now lets go have some fun 

And heres my partna Powder 

Hes 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 partna 

Already got tha horses saddled up 

I hope youre good at robbin banks 

Like you rustle that cattle up 

Now yall 

Its gon be gettin dark real soon 

I think you're right 

I say we move 

C'mon 

Let's move out 

Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, 

Move out 

Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, 

Move out 

Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, 

Move out 

Giddy up, giddy up 

You better count your money. 

You better count money 

(ghetto cowboy) 

(ghetto cowboy) 

You better count your money. 

You better count money 

(ghetto cowboy) 

(ghetto cowboy) 

You better count your money. 

You better count money 

(ghetto cowboy) 

(ghetto cowboy) 

You better count your money. 

You better count money 

(ghetto cowboy) 

(ghetto cowboy)