Lyrics:
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
of rules that he lives by day to day
If you ask for his advice, he'll more than likely say
If it's a fence, mend it, if it's a dollar bill, spend it
of rules that he lives by day to day
If you ask for his advice, he'll more than likely say
If it's a fence, mend it, if it's a dollar bill, spend it
me realize
I was glad for the life I'd found
'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams
With my cowboy boots and my old six string
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
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
of rules that he lives by day to day
If you ask for his advice, he'll more than likely say
If it's a fence, mend it. If it's a dollar bill, spend it
Before
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Now should I clear myself for samples?
Or make cats examples of my cowboy status Boyd Roger?
You ever see Oliver Twist and his boostin man
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Now should I clear myself for samples?
Or make cats examples of my cowboy status Boyd Roger?
You ever see Oliver Twist and his boostin man
been held up yet, well uh, I ought to make it by sundown,
I figure that's enough time for me to get the whole rundown,
So I continue my mission, it's
uh, I ought to 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 now I'm
Southern Plains Cowboy Church String Band
By Melvin E. Knoblett
Well I got up in the morning and I headed down '34.
With my 6 string packed, I'd
a lot of cowboys supplemented their income from legal or illegal means, becoming the origin for many criminal and law abiding freelancers. So the Cowboys
Oh, I'm a cowboy
On a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted (wanted), dead or alive
And I walk these streets, a loaded six-string on my back
I play for
Oh, I'm a cowboy
On a steel horse I ride
I'm wanted (wanted), dead or alive
And I walk these streets, a loaded six-string on my back
I play for
My old faded hat
Another day is going by
You ain't coming back
Everybody asks if I'm alright
Yeah, it's just dust in my eyes
Cowboys never cry
Cowboys
that's my job!
And cowboy doesn't see
These boots were meant for me
For me to wear alone
The Only Good cowboy might be a dead cowboy
But I am
for the league, thus I'm willing to follow me or fumble me
I don't need you in my kingdom
I'll trace this with you
Not the ones held together by
[Chorus]
'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams
With my cowboy boots and my old six-string
Hitching my wagon to a star
Dreaming
to days on the trail.
He honors his Lord
And the man he works for
His saddle is never for sale.
The cowboy's the image of freedom
The hard ridin' boss
This is the ballad of the black gold
They call it Texas tea
But it's bigger than a cowboy with a lasso
It's deeper than a black hole
Create
It's Project X
Ghosty
LT district live with bro (Live)
I'm in the bando, breakin' bit's
When my bros are down for a risk
(Yes)
Bally up quick then
Tear gas, rubber bullets, show me the hypocrisy
This ain't revolution or riot, it's lame-stream news
Big government ain't doing shit for you, it's no use
maiden, I was made by an Irish man
He was a guitar man from Texas and he played his six strings hot
He was a renegade leader of a Cherokee band before they
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