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Sadat X - Wild Cowboys lyrics
[Chorus: 2x] Wild cowboy, it's the wild cowboys Wild cowboy, it's the wild cowboys Wild cowboy, it's the wild cowboys Wild cowboy, it's the wild cowboys [Sadat X] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah All of y'all out there might think that I'm strange But the wild cowboy never lived on no range The only prairie I seen was in the library And the last Indian I seen was headin towards Cleveland Y'all can believe in what y'all believe in But stop the bullshittin and deceivin When the O.K. Corral bell rings for the winter I'ma flash back to '79 with Thelma drinkin wine You could see that it was me even with that small screen Al Green had a major string of hits And I wanna be like him, in the fact, that each one was a gem My man Mashburn is killin 'em down in Dallas I seen him one day after this bullshit show called Alice The wild cowboy is hard to resist Make the play, get the assist, girlfriends hate genesis Me and Diamond D +Dug+ deep In The Crates Been rhymin for high rates, did wild show dates My name is X yo my name is X, worth more weight than gold Precious than your baby who's a year old Step to war without your armor, results in trauma Mad drama, I'm the mad bomber Young girls stay away cuz I'm dangerous I'm a grown man, don't force my hand I'll judge off cuz I can (Cuz I can and I will..) [Chorus] [Sadat X] Hey I got a lot of family on both sides of the tracks Some is livin positive while others is sellin crack Two sides to livin yo step up and place your vote Like a 'murder that she wrote,' hey that's my own qoute 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 Dodger? Takin wallets in the street, sign my name in the wet con-crete A big X, so wide ya break ya fuckin legs For me to be dead-ass, have bread and water in a tall glass, is lunacy, madness, and I ain't on no badness But in this point in time I can't take no backward steps (Uh-uh) I like crisp, green, money, and a lot of it In big bills, cuz money right here make this whole world spin Say you went on a gin, cuz honey go home with strange men Dance by the light of the silvery moon Then wake up in the mornin with the hay in your eyes Your purple with that herpes bump, who want the rump? Some niggas joint got a lump from that late night hump What does it take to be a cowboy? Hold on down boy Cuz I don't got no contracts in my pockets Kids run up our amp like they stuck they hands in sockets [Chorus] 2x [Sadat X] I rule uptown to Nairu with an iron fist Grand Master, national titlest I string people out, plus I bring people out So Heineken's across the board for all my men Check it out, I'm verse for now but I'ma do this again Remember the wild cowboy's in the heart's of all men But then again some kids ain't never gonna win And they'll be played in here [Chorus] [Sadat X] Yeah, Nubian style, so versatile Win by a mile, sack a pen and pile One nineteen and one twenty 8th Avenue, 7th Avenue 1st Avenue, 2nd Avenue 3rd Avenue all the way to Amsterdam And Broadway, and even more And Castle Hill, money fill the bill And haha, ya don't stop To my man Marcus Mark, ya don't stop To my man Early Bird, ya don't stop... |
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