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 mayor's 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 that's 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"
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, Thug Queen, the horse-stealer
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 want my head
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 you're 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'll make it to him 'cause you know we ain't
Move out, giddyup, giddyup, giddyup
You better count your money