Lyrics:
Even if a cowboy plants his spurs
in the land and his hands in dirt
His ass is banned from da planet Earth
Girls know Bam for his tantric words
Bootys
surrounded, it's obvious, it's evident
Ain't nobody better than us, yeah
Better than us, be-better than us, yeah, huh
Cowboy gun tucked, load it up, buck him
And we camp with the corn by the bushes
So don't ever think that you can war us
(No you can't)
I follow the money, no stopping
So I guess you could call me
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range
Then cowboy change your ways today or with
ride on, hear them cry
As the riders leaned on by him, he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from hell a riding on our range
Then
keep it casual
Dreaming is believing, so be mindful who you pass them too
Mind bigger, divine singer, clinger denied
Open wide, cowboy's stone glisten
snorting fire
As they ride on hear their cry
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our
tale of blood and gore
Just another pawn for the capitalist whore
[Chorus]
John Wayne wore an army uniform
Didn't like us reds and fags that didn't
dump (bump)
Everybody's lookin' if you jealous turn around
Fuckin' with them leathers got us hoppin' off the ground {*Honk*}
We getting good grip from
bitches in the corners tryin' to show your homey love
This bitch is fly as a bird
And gotta ass that could swang from California all the way up through
down south from the D
Three Six y'all, Twiztid, and ICP
(Chorus 2x)
We be just another crazy clique, doing whatever to get us by
When we pumped up, you
name (yippie-I-ay)
If you wanna save your soul from ever ridin' on our range
Then cowboy change your way today, or with us you will ride
Tryin'
yippee-I-yo
The ghost riders in the sky
As the riders loped on by him, he heard one call his name
'If you want to save your soul from hell aridin' on our range
still who?
Colonel Buff'lo Bill
Did you ever see a cowboy rope a steer?
-No, we haven't
Or an Indian with feathers throw a spear?
-No, we haven't
friends Fit's
Of Depression to play with us
At The Seattle Coliseum
Or playing with Poison Idea at a No On Nine
Benefit in Portland organzied by
Gus Van
They gave me pain for it
Got 'em by the grams
Then I made some grands
Breaking rubber bands
Yeah yeah que que
I don't need a hand
This is who I am
never early
You can slide before I snatch the heat from his side
Saw the devil in disguise by the look in his eyes
He was surprised I snatched him
riders in the sky.
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name,
"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range,
Then
yippee-yi-o,
Ghost riders in the sky.
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name,
"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our
yippee-yi-o,
Ghost riders in the sky.
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name,
"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our
yippee-yi-o,
Ghost riders in the sky.
As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name,
"If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our
brawl
Wasn't meant for me but I took the fall
It's a cowboy code it's an unwrote law
When you mess with one you gotta take us all.
Blood brother's
yippie-aye-ohh,
Ghost riders in the sky
As the riders rode on by him
He heard one call his name
If you want to save your soul
from hell a-riding on our range
[Intro]
(Yeah!) Yeah, Bizzy the Kid, the midwest cowboy
Galloping to a hood near you
Imagine me being signed to B2K (What!)
What you fuckin' think
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