you're stalking You can watch me walking 'Cause I'm so much better than that Hear me saying I'm not participating All the games you're playing 'Cause I'm so much better
ترجمه: کابوی دهان. بهتر.
This is the Fugees, outsiders up in here Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side No the nigger dies Zen, zen, zen, zen
You better put all your eggs in one basket You better count your chickens before they hatch You better sell some wine before it's time You better find yourself an itch to scratch You better
-Krayzie- YEAA Better back up off me/ nigga never no softY/ boy I'll stop your heartbeat While you out in the street yellin out what you fittin to
that will make you feel better We are the ones that will make you feel better We are the ones that will make you feel better We are the ones that will make you feel better
x2:] All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better run, outrun my gun. All the other kids with the pumped up kicks you'd better run, better
You're out of luck, Hucklebuck, I'll suck you up like a now or later You say that you're a trooper, then I'm Darth Vader You're a Cowboy then I'm a Raider
your red ass nipple on your red neck titty Bitch I'm rollin down south With a swisher sweet hangin out my mouth And sport a hank allen cowboy hat But
your red ass nipple on your red neck titty Bitch I'm rollin down south With a swisher sweet hangin out my mouth And sport a Hank Allen cowboy hat But
t got no cigarillo then where the backwood at Come walkin up and get a pistol in your face hoe If you want an autograph you better say so Otherwise everybody
Bone-Chorus- You run, and you hide (Tell them (Cenz.) you better run, c'mon now)/ And you run, and you and hide (Tell them (Cenz.) you better run, c'
that's what we do. I'm proud to be country, now how 'bout you? Put on your cowboy hat so the world can see. Look them all in the eye they better wish
was showing the symptoms looking for a remedy I can feel it coming over me, mad cowboy disease Oh, I got the mad cowboy disease, little hoof in the mouth
Dancin' in the ruins while it's not too late Drivin' a Rolls through old Bombay Rickshaw drivers in my way Well, they better move over and they'd better
And when the underworld's Best kept secrets Saw it's own reflection I knew things had finally changed For better or worse Whatever as always Midlife
He wrote me out a ticket, that seemed to take forever I took it and as I headed for my car That cop he hollered after me and said, "Hey, cowboy You better
that way nobody knows a face we just take it to a higher gear but oh thats why ur weird now you got a barbed wired beard i see you better watch your face
