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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 KrayzieBig Bad Ass BoneWanted up north for all the gold that I stoleAlong with some cashEven took the mayor's daughterNow that theres kidnappinBut she was wid it so I brought herDone got myself into a whole heap of troubleDouble crossed by the law so theres nobody to run to Letras de cancionesYeah, its just me and my sawed off shotgunOutlaw, call him Leather FaceIm headed for the westHeard they gotta couple banks in town that ain't been held up yetWell uh, I oughta make it by sundownI figure that's enough time to get tha whole run downSo I continue my missionIts gettin dark so now Im watchin for them damn InjunsThey like to catch yaThen they rob and splitI be a rootin tootin shootin damn foolProtectin my chipsAll of a sudden I heard somebody rumble in the bushesStop my horseWhoa Nellie!Who in the bushes?Ya betta speak outOr Ima let my shotgun song sing outWho is this?Hope this ain't tha lawDrawed out tha bushes with my sawed off shotgunCome on outRight now, Im gettin angryTook a step back cuz it could get dangerousPlease don't shoot its just me, Thug Queen, a horse stealerThen why the hell is you hidin in them bushes?Im wanted in four counties For armed robberyKilled 2 sheriffs, 6 of his best men with my handsStole 2 horsesThought you was the law Thats why I jumped in tha bushesGoodnessNow she was hotter than a barrel of fireBut I could use her for the jobSo I told her to rideC'monMay I ask whatcha headin to the west for? I got a partnaGot a plan for some doAnd if ya downYou can pick up yourself a pretty pennyBe in town in a minute So be sure if you're wid itWe out before the sunrise Gotta style here For your partna to rideHit tha saloon for the moonshineDown for whatevaLets ride (lets ride)These directions say we to Tucson, ArizonaWhen we arriveIll cop a place we can bunkMeet my boy in tha morninFor details and hook upYou 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 shineGood mornin, Howdy 9 o clock we meet my boy in tha saloon in tha valleyNow I done came a long wayAnd I don't wanna be lateTime I make em tokensYou know we ain'tMove OutGiddy up, giddy up, giddy up Move OutGiddy up, giddy up, giddy upMove OutGiddy up, giddy up, giddy upMove OutGiddy up, giddy up, giddy upYou better count your money. You better count money (ghetto cowboy)(ghetto cowboy)Im peepin Krayzies wanted poster in tha saloonSo I assumeItll be trouble round here pretty soonGlance across the roomI see this youngsta gettin ready to fireBut if he messin tonight I think that Krayzie just might take his lifeSo I approach him and I pauseLook manI really don't wanna brawl So wont ya chill before them lawsCome messin up this masta planSince he already rowdy I just asked the man (HEY)You want some work?Well partna put in your bidAnd by the way now whats your name?They call me Layzie the KidTha names Powder PCan I get a 12 guage?Outlawd everydayOn the front pageNow Mr. KidIf you give me the lowdownMe and BlackjackBe ready for the showdownWith 2 double barrels pointed at whatevaWe stick togetha Im perty clevaSo saddle up Jump on the band wagonCuz its all goin downI heard a guy run in the bar screamin "Krayzie's in town"Now when we get to the saloon You don't worryWait outsideAnd don't be stealin nobody's damn horsesStep inside tha barLayzie Kid you son of a gunhey man, Im glad you made it safely Now lets go have some funAnd heres my partna PowderHes a young gunHowdyMighty glad to meet ya sonOh yeahYou know I also brought a friend alongMeet Thug Queen the horse peddlerStraggler, just met herHowdy partnaAlready got tha horses saddled upI hope youre good at robbin banksLike you rustle that cattle upNow yallIts gon be gettin dark real soonI think you're rightI say we moveC'monLet's move outGiddy up, giddy up, giddy up,Move outGiddy up, giddy up, giddy up,Move outGiddy up, giddy up, giddy up,Move outGiddy up, giddy upYou 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) From Letras Mania