Cowboys Lyrics - The Score - The Fugees

Everyone wants to be a cowboy 

Grab your guns boy 

Forty-five by my side, do he live 

No the nigga dies 

Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen 

You shot your bullet, but the bullet wwnt 

Desperado, do work for new boy 

I pull out my gun and plug two like trugoy 

Wyclef 

Pace 1 

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 tough 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 

Pace 1 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 

Everyone wants to be a cowboy 

Grab your guns boy 

Forty-five by my side, do he live 

No the nigga 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 niggas in the barrio 

(From newark to Ontario), bust us when we in stereo 

Cause me and rashida rock the battles 

It's apparent, your 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' niggas 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 

Motherfuckers gettin' dissed 

Everyone wants to be a cowboy 

Grab your guns boy 

Forty-five by my side, do he live 

No the nigga dies 

Yeah, when the out's hooked up with the refugees 

It be more niggas than the NAACP 

Comin' up on weed of all type 

Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes 

(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 oh ah achiga, mamase mamasa mamakusa 

Fuck the 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 motherfuckers 

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 

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 saluting, 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 goin' 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 

Everyone wants to be a cowboy 

Grab your guns boy 

Forty-five by my side, do he live 

No the nigga dies