You better count your money
You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy)
(Ghetto) You better count your money (Cowboy)
You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy)
(Ghetto) You better count your money (Cowboy)
You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy)
(Ghetto) You better count your money (Cowboy)
You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy)
The name is Krayzie, big bad ass bone
Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole
Along with some cash I even took the mayor's daughter
Now that there's kidnap, but she was with us so I brought her
Dun got myself into a whole heap of trouble
Double-crossed by the law so it's nobody to run to
Yeah it's just me and my sawed-off shotgun
I dun now call him Leatherface
I'm headed for the west heard they got a couple banks in town
That ain't been held up yet, well uh, I ought to make it by sundown
I figure that's enough time for me to get the whole rundown
So I continue my mission, it's gettin' dark
So now I'm watching for them damn injuns
They like to catch up then they rob n split
I'll be a rootin' tootin' shootin' damn fool, protectin' my chips
All of a sudden, I heard somebody rumble in the bushes
Stopped my horse, whoa Nelly!
Who in the bushes? You better speak up
Or I'ma let my shotgun's song sing out
(Who's this? Hope this ain't the law, draw out the bushes with my sawed-off shotgun)
Come on out right now I'm gettin' angry
Took a step back 'cause it could get dangerous
(Please don't shoot it's just me, Thug Queen Horse Stealer)
Then why the hell is you hidin' in them bushes
(I'm wanted in four counties, for armed robbery, killed two sheriffs)
(Six of his best men with my head)
(Stole two horses, thought you was the law that's why I jumped in the bushes)
Goodness
Now she was hotter than a barrel of fire
But I could use her for the job so I told her to ride, come on
(May I ask you what you headed to the west for?)
I got a partner got a plan for some dough
And if you're down you can pick up yourself a pretty penny
Be in town in a minute now be sure if you're with it
(We be up before the sun rise got a stallion here for your partner to ride)
(Hit the saloon before the moon shine down for whatever let's ride let's ride)
These directions say we go to Tucson, Arizona
When we arrive we'll cop a place we can bunk
And meet my boy in the morning for details and hookup
You better count your money (Ghetto)
You better count your money (Cowboy)
You better count your money (Ghetto)
You better count your money (Cowboy)
Rise n shine, good morning, howdy
Nine o' clock we meet my boy in the saloon in the valley
Now I don't came a long way and I don't wanna be late
(Tell him I'll make it to him, you know we ain't)
Move out! Giddy up giddy up giddy up
Move out! Giddy up giddy up giddy up
Move out! Giddy up giddy up giddy up
Move out! Giddy up giddy up
You better count your money (Ghetto cowboy)
You better count your money
I'm peepin' Krayzie's wanted poster in the saloon
So I assume it'll be trouble round here pretty soon
Glanced across the room I seen this youngster gettin' ready to fight
But if he mess up tonight I think that Krayzie just might take his life
So I approached him and I paused
Look man, I really don't wanna brawl, but won't you chill before them laws
Come messin' up this master plan
Since he already rowdy I'm just asked the man (dang)
You want some work well partner put in your bid
And by the way now what's your name, they call me Layzie the Kid
The name's Powder Pete, can I get a 12 gauge
Outlaw every day, on the front page
Mister Kid, if you give me the lowdown
Me and Blackjack, be ready for the showdown
With two double barrels pointed at whatever
We'll stick together, I'm pretty clever
So saddle up, jump on the bandwagon
Because it's all goin' down
I heard the guy runnin' the bar screamin' "Krayzie's in town"
Now when we get to this saloon, you don't worry, wait outside
Don't be stealin' nobody's damn horses
Stepped inside the bar
Layzie Kid you son of a gun
Hey man I'm glad you made it safely, now let's go have some fun
And this my partner Powder, he's a young gun
Howdy
Mighty glad to meet ya son
Oh yeah, you know I also brought a friend along
Meet Thug Queen, the horse peddler, straggler, just met her
(Howdy partner, already got the horses saddled up)
I hope you're good at robbin' banks like you rustle that cattle up
Now y'all, it's gonna be gettin' dark real soon
I think you're right I say we move, come on let's move out
Giddy up giddy up giddy up
Move out! Giddy up giddy up giddy up
Move out! Giddy up giddy up giddy up
Move out! Giddy up giddy up
You better count your money
You better count your money
You better count your money
You better count your money
You better count your money
You better count your money
You better count your money
You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy)
(Ghetto Cowboy)
(Ghetto Cowboy) Yeah oh yeah
(Ghetto Cowboy)