Lyrics:
I'm in the same boots as you
I'm telling the truth, I got a price on my head too, 'cause when you-
You ride like a cowboy toward the sun
And life
I need a Cowboy Hat so the
Chicks can dig me
Tip the hat
Now I ain't lackin
I wanna have that Cowboy Drip
You know I'm hoppin in the John Deere Whip
, I'm managed by me, shit I feel like I'm pimpin' me
Huh, these hoes tippin' me, huh, take 'em to Tiffany's
Just had an epiphany, that bitch ain't bad,
the rest
[Raheim]
So my name is Raheim
I'm a son of a queen
I'm the king of a castle
Don't give me no hastle
Young ladies in the place, put me
wondered if I'd won
I'm known by all the bad men, they think I kill for fun
Someday I'll meet the cowboy who's speed will meet the test
And that will in
as cold as the clay.
I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy
These words he did say as I boldly stepped by
Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story
can throw on ice
Find us somewhere that we can drink it while the moon's up high
With your girl and your boys by a fire making noise
In a field
time, Tim pulled up by himself
He parked and walked in the building, and then he checked his mail
James a face Tim ain't never seen, shorty and Tim
Up
IF I WAS A COWBOY - WILD AT HEART WITH FRONTIER IN MY SOUL HUMBLED BY THE BIG SKY GROUNDED AS THE PRAIRIE EARTH BELOW I WOULDN'T WANT FOR MUCH '''
They're my Indian in-laws
Might be kin to Tim McGraw
But they came to me, naw
Might have to leave my wife
'Cause my Indian in-laws
Came to visit me and my
cowboy's been throwed.
This ain't the first I've seen this dog and pony show.
This ain't my first rodeo.
You're telling me you lost you're wedding band.
Mr Horace Greeley was no fool
I'm sure that you agree with me that Greeley was no fool
What he is getting at is that Mr Greeley was no fool
Boy
Mr Horace Greeley was no fool
I'm sure that you agree with me that Greeley was no fool
What he is getting at is that Mr Greeley was no fool
Boy
a lonesome cowboy
Love the desert and the stars
And the bars in all the towns with girls in their evening gowns
Out here It’s just me
No highways, no SUV
Virginia in the back seat of a Cadillac
You know some cowboys like me go out like that
So I need you
Like a needle needs a vein
Like my uncle Joe in
up this ol' hatband
And back in '69 he died in Vietnam
Now, the eagle feather was given to me by an Indian friend of mine
But somebody ran him down,
And landed on my head
This old cowboy limped out in the arena
Leaned over me and said
You gotta cowboy up
When you get throwed down
Get right back in
Yes y'all, in the parTY
I be Busta Rhymes y'all
And my nigga Ramp, The Last Boy Scout
Showin you what we talkin bout, HAAAH!
Feel me out, listen
Steps turn around like a western
Spin one-eighty degrees, squeeze off
Blow your chest in
Weigh shots by the unit's
Bang this opportunist
You want war, I'm
or men of wealth
Meet me in the tavern to drink my health
BOB:
Oh, who's that standing in my path (BING: Stand clear!)
Arrgghh, don't ya know you're
or men of wealth
Meet me in the tavern to drink my health
BOB:
Oh, who's that standing in my path (BING: Stand clear!)
Arrgghh, don't ya know you're
the feed lots, clerks in the markets
On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer
And his dreams of tomorrow, surrounded by fences
But he'll dream tonight of when
Mr Horace Greeley was no fool
I'm sure that you agree with me that Greeley was no fool
What he is getting at is that Mr Greeley was no fool
Boy
I always had some wealthy man taking care of me
Struttin’ round town in my fancy clothes sparkling finery
Late one night tired and bored I went
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