Jerry "Wonda" Duplessis - Cowboys lyrics

This is the Fugees, Outsidaz up in here: [Hook: Wyclef] Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy .45 by my side, do he live? No, the n***a die! [Pacewon] Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen You shot your bullet, but the bullet went **** "Desperado", new word for "rudeboy" I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy [Verse 1: Wyclef & Pacewon] Yo this was how the West was won (Our motto, a true Desperado) Rappers want to be actors So they play the Jesse James Character (And get they bones fractured) You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton Woman cry, woman cry, Son still dies Thrown off the building like The Fall Guy Caved in the grave cause you didn't know how to behave Playin' cowboy now you sleep with the slaves Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alley On some villain sh**, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey With his gat co*ked, stinkin' up the crack spot Pacewon dies with both eyes on the jackpot The town that I'm from beggars eat cat chowder Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher If you see him coming, you better start running Like a terrorist I guarantee you he'll be humming (Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash) Yo let's skip town like Harlem nights [Verse 2: Rah Digga & Lauryn Hill] We make moves in stage coaches Rah Digga likes the roaches If anyone approaches We be like noches, buenos And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers R&B singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers My style is perhaps one of the foulest I inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice (Buckin' at stars) and write rhymes for hours The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours Bust this scenario, can't no other n***as in the barrio From North to Ontario, bust us when we in stereo Cause me and Rashida rock the battles It's apparent, your no talent, cause your blazin' in your saddle Watch these rap b**hes get all up in your pockets Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips Cause props is up, Digga's through the roof Burnin' n******gs like I'm 90 proof And for all you head beaters The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters While mamacitas carry real heaters I rock the Dooby and L rocks the Nubian twists 9-6 Motherf**ers gettin' dissed [Hook: Wyclef] Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy .45 by my side, do he live? No, the n***a die! [Verse 3: Young Zee & Praz] Yeah, when the OUT's hooked up with the Refugees It be more n***as than the NAACP Comin' up on weed of all type Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes (You've got to know when to hold them Know when to fold them) I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine Steal your concubine, walk away with your goldmine ( So ooh aaah achiga, Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa) f** the sheriff, I shot John Wayne Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane Yeah me and that kid, um "What's his name?" That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain Smokin' pure from the health fodd store While my who*e slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor f** with OUT's it's like those Islam brothers We march through your hood with a million muthaf**as So let's get high off the Fu-Gee-La When the east is in the house, like I'm Blahzay-blah [Verse 4: Forté] When pandemonium strikes, at midnight Full moon splits soft n***as in a lunatic On some absurd sh** You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger n***as who take your measurements quick, don't make it quicker Stick and slide with vigor City streets hot like liquor 21 gun salutin', shootin' n***as from the roof and Got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you claim you movin' Your whole style is loose and we gon' sew it like it's cotton You fail to recognize that everybody could get gotten The bounty on your head, says your dead by manana Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block Medina is the east side of town lounge never till we yawnin' Gun players regular front page is the bonus Life will keep existing while I'm sh**in' on opponents Life will keep existing while I'm sh**in' on opponents [Hook: Wyclef] Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy .45 by my side, do he live? No, the n***a die!