Cowboys on the road tonight
Crying in their sleep
If I was a hungry man with a gun in my hand,
And some promises to keep,
Who wanted to change the world,
What's as easy as murder?
It's all headlights and vapour trails
And Circle K killers
And I know I could look at anyone but you now
I could fall under the eyes of anyone
But you now, now, now, now
So come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now
Come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now
This is a list of what I should have been
But I'm not
This is a list of the things that I should have seen
But I'm not seeing
The look in your eyes
As his fingertips slid down your neck
And made you shiver
I'm just turning away from where I should have been
Because I am not anything
Oh, anything, oh
The President's in bed tonight
But he can't get to sleep
'Cause all the cowboys on the radio are killers
And I believe she loves you
'Cause you never make her feel like anything
She said, "I wouldn't feel a thing,
But I can feel, I can feel..."
And I know I could look at anyone but you now
I could fall under the arms of anyone
But you now, now, now, now
So come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now
Come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now
This is a list of what I should have been
But I'm not
This is a list of the things that I should have seen
But I am not seeing
The look in your eyes
As his fingers are unzipping your dress
And it makes you shiver
I'm just turning away from what I shouldn't see
Because I am not anything
Oh, anything, no
Everyone's in bed tonight
But nobody can sleep
'Cause all the satellites are watching through our windows
She says she doesn't love me, like, like she's acting
But it's as if she isn't talking
'Cause Mr. Lincoln's head is bleeding
On the front row while she's speaking
I said, "come on all you cowboys,
All you blue-eyed baby boys,
Oh come on all you dashing gentlemen of summer,
I'll wait for you where Saturday's a memory,
And Sunday comes to gather me,
Into the arms of God who welcome me,
Because I believe, oh I believe..."
And I know I could look at anyone but you now
I could fall under the eyes of anyone
But you now, now, now, now
So come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now
Come on, come on, come on
Oh, come on through now
This is a list of what I should have been
But I'm not
This is a list of the things that I should have seen
But I'm not seeing you look at me
So please, won't you look at me?
'Cause I'm not seeing you look at me
Oh, oh, I, I will make you look at me
Or I am not anything
Oh, anything
No no no no
No no no no
This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here:
[(CHORUS) CLEF:]
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the n***er dies.
[PACE1:]
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your bullet, but the bullet when ****
Desperado, do work for new boy
I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy
[WYCLEF:] Wyclef
[PACE1:] [PACE 1]
[WYCLEF:] Yo this was how the West was won,
[PACE1:] Our motto, a true Desperado.
[WYCLEF:]
Rappers want to be actors
So they play the Jesse James Character
[PACE1:] And get they bones fractured.
[PACE1:]
You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct
Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton
[WYCLEF:]
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
[PACE1:]
Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alley
On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey
With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot
Pace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot
[WYCLEF:]
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.
PACE1: Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash
[WYCLEF:] Yo let's skip town like Harlem nights.
[LAURYN:]
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.
[RAH DIGGA:]
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.
[LAURYN:]
Bust this scenario, can't no other n***ers in the
barrio
(From Newark to Ontario), bust us when we in stereo.
Cause me and Rashida rock the battles
It's apparent, you're no talent, cause your blazin' in
your saddle.
[RAH DIGGA:]
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***ers like I'm 90 proof.
[LAURYN:]
And for all you head beaters
The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters
While mamasitas carry real heaters.
[RAH DIGGA:]
I rock the Dooby and
L rocks the Nubian twists
Muthaf***as gettin' dissed
[CLEF: (Chorus)]
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the n***er dies.
[Young Zee:]
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.
[PRAZ:]
(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.
Young Zee: So ooh aaah achiga, Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa
[PRAZ:]
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?"
[Young Zee:]
That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain
Smokin' pure from the health fodd store,
While my whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
F**k 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
[FORTE:]
When pandemonium strikes, at midnight
Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic
On some absurd s**t
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' niggas 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 s***tin' on the
corners
Life will keep existing while I'm s***tin' on the
corners
[CHORUS: (Clef)]
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
They say it’s tough out there and that’s for sure
You pay your way twice over if not more
They say that’s the proce of fame, and now you’ve made your name
Your freinds don’t even treat you like they used to do before
They quote the man stars who’ve died so young
From the fermament you seek to walk among
They tell you who went mad, who went from good to bad
And they warn you of the dangers that await the highly strung
Who the hell are they?
And who cares what they say?
Who only seek to worry and alarm
Don’t give those dogs thier day
Don’t let them get thier way
‘Cos I can see that fame’s done you no harm
They say what you sacrifeced to be the best
Did you loose all other perpose in your quest?
They say that fame’s your only goal and it messes up your soul
And they mension Elvis Presley and you’re supposed to know the rest
They tell you cherish every minute that you’re hot
So at least your’ll have some memories when you’re not
They say wehn fame becomes dispair, you abandon what you learn
Which makes it that much harded to give up what you’ve got
Who the hell are they?
And who cares what they say?
Who only deal in envy and dismay
Don’t give those dogs thier day
Don’t let them get thier way
I’m glad to see your picture everywhere
They say celebrity extracts a heavy tole
That the devil soon appears to take control
They say it leads you by the nose and they resite the names of those
Who bled apon the alter of the demon rock ‘n’ roll
Who the hell are they?
And who cares what they say?
Who only seek to worry and alarm
Don’t give those dogs thier day
Don’t let them get thier way
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 n***er dies.
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your bullet, but the bullet when ****
Desperado, do work for new boy
I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy
Wyclef
[PACE 1]
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 shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey
With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot
Pace 1 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.
PACE1: Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash
Yo let's skip town like Harlem nights.
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***ers in the barrio
(From Newark to Ontario), bust us when we in stereo.
Cause me and Rashida rock the battles
It's apparent, you're 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***ers like I'm 90 proof.
And for all you head beaters
The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters
While mamasitas carry real heaters.
I rock the Dooby and
L rocks the Nubian twists
Muthaf***as gettin' dissed
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the n***er dies.
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.
Young Zee: 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 whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
F**k 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
When pandemonium strikes, at midnight
Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic
On some absurd s**t
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' niggas 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 s***tin' on the corners
Life will keep existing while I'm s***tin' on the corners
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
Jag drmde om
en barndomsvn igr
som telenten drmmer
om svalorna i vr
Jag vaknade av bruset
frn maskiner i djup smn
Jag vaknade s lycklig
ver att ntligen ha drmt
Hon vinkar genom ett fnster
Hennes mun r som ett sr
s gr hjrtat mitt snder
Det har varit ett ensamt r
Jag ska aldrig ignorera dig igen
Jag ska aldrig nnsin glmma hur det knns
Mina nyrslften
Jag filmar nu
Stora knslor stora ord
men allt av vikt Jag sger
har Jag stulit ur en bok
Jag lste nt om kyssar
nnting som alla vet
men som dom aldrig lyckas fnga
i filmerna man ser
Hon vinkar genom ett fnster
Hennes mun r som ett sr
s gr hjrtat mitt snder
Det har varit ett ensamt r
Jag ska aldrig ignorera dig igen
Jag ska aldrig ignorera krleken
Did you sweep us far from your feet?
Reset in stone this stark belief
Salted eyes and a sordid dye
Too many years
But don't despair
This day will be the damnedest day
Oh, if you take these things from me
Did you feed us tales of deceit?
Conceal the tongues who need to speak
Subtle lies and a soiled coin, the truth is sold
The deal is done
But don't despair
This day will be the damnedest day
Oh, if you take these things from me
Undefined, no signs of regret
Your swollen pride assumes respect
Talons fly as a last disguise
But no return, the time has come
So don't despair
This day will be the damnedest day
Oh, if you take these things from me
Cowboys don't love indians
Maybe they fight too well
They seem tough
But it's just a bluff
Somethings aren't hard to tell
And who is brave
And who is strong
You think you are
You could be wrong
We've talked now it's time to shout
Lets focus sides again
All views can't be reconciled
This compromise feels tame
And who is brave
And who is strong
You think you are
You could be wrong
Sometimes when the gates are closed
And lights go out inside
I wonder as the distance grows
At all the shades of right
And who is brave
And who is strong
You think you are
Tell me what your speeches meant today
You didn't even write them anyway
Look into my eyes
I'm finished with your lies
But I can see
you've nothing else to say
They do your hair and make up for TV
(This is a man to be believed)
You give the people what they want to see
(A leading light of democracy)
You take me for a fool
And feed me all your rules
And then you tell me that's
how things should be
Wake up, time to see
That it isn't only me
That's tired of your simple mentality
You've all been led astray
Cos the cowboys led the way
But good guys don't
wear white in reality
Eight years is all that interests you
(The house is nice, the cars are cool)
What an end to justify what you do
(The children love the pool)
You keep your country strong
something's badly wrong
Do you know how much is enough for you
Well I don’t think you do
Wake up, time to see
That it isn't
only me
That's tired of your, tired of your shit
Wake up, time to see
That it isn't
only me
That's tired of your simple mentality
You've all been led astray
Cos the cowboys led the way
This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here:
[CLEF]:CHORUS
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the nigger dies.
[PACE1]
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your bullet, but the bullet when ****
Desperado, do work for new boy
I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy
[WYCLEF]
Wyclef
[PACE1]
Pace 1
[WYCLEF]
Yo this was how the West was won,
[PACE1]
Our motto, a true Desperado.
[WYCLEF]
Rappers want to be actors
So they play the Jesse James Character
[PACE1]
And get they bones fractured.
[PACE1]
You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct
Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton
[WYCLEF]
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
[PACE1]
Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alley
On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey
With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot
Pace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot
[WYCLEF]
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.
[PACE1]
Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash
[WYCLEF]
Yo let's skip town like Harlem nights.
[LAURYN]
We make moves in stage coaches
Ra 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.
[RA DIGGA]
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.
[LAURYN]
Bust this scenario, can't no other niggers in the barrio
(From Newark 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.
[RA DIGGA]
Watch these rap bitches 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' niggers like I'm 90 proof.
[LAURYN]
And for all you head beaters
The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters
While mamasitas carry real heaters.
[RA DIGGA]
I rock the Dooby and
L rocks the Nubian twists 96
Muthafuckas gettin' dissed
[CLEF]:CHORUS
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the nigger dies.
[YOUNG ZEE]
Yeah, when the OUT's hooked up with the Refugees
It be more niggas than the NAACP
Comin' up on weed of all type
Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes.
[PRAZ]
(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.
[YOUNG ZEE]
So ooh aaah achiga, Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa
[PRAZ]
Fuck 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?"
[YOUNG ZEE]
That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain
Smokin' pure from the health fodd store,
While my whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
Fuck with OUT's it's like those Islam brothers,
We march through your hood with a million muthafuckas.
So let's get high off the Fu-Gee-La
When the east is in the house, like I'm Blahzay-blah
[FORTE]
When pandemonium strikes, at midnight
Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic
On some absurd shit
You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger
Niggas who take your measurements quick, don't make it quicker.
Stick and slide with vigor
City streets hot like liquor
21 gun salutin, shootin' niggas 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 shitin' on the corners
Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners
[CLEF]:CHORUS
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the nigger dies.
Another Friday night,
This place is pathetic.
These pretty boys are more made up than me.
They got color in their hair.
Nobodies drinkin' beer,
'Cause they're too concerned about 100 calories.
[CHOURS]
Where are the cowboys?
The yippie yow boys?
Tell me girls, I wanna know.
Don't want no soft hands,
I want a real man to take me to the rodeo.
Where'd all the cowboys go?
My life is gettin' full of metrosexuals.
Prissy & Primping, over accessorized.
Those fussy clothers they wear,
I can't get them outta here.
I wanna be the princess.
Ladies can I get a witness?
[CHOURS]
Where are the cowboys?
The yippie yow boys?
Tell me girls, I wanna know.
Don't want no soft hands,
I want a real man to take me to the rodeo.
Where'd all the cowboys go?
Muscle up- Muddy truck- Testosterone.
Tanned to the touch in hottess.
Grungy to the bone.
[CHOURS until end]
Where are the cowboys?
The yippie yow boys?
Tell me girls, I wanna know.
Don't want no soft hands,
I want a real man to take me to the rodeo.
Where'd all the cowboys go?
Where are the cowboys?
The yippie yow boys?
Tell me girls, I wanna know.
Don't want no soft hands,
I want a real man to take me to the rodeo.
Where'd all the cowboys go?
Where are the cowboys?
The yippie yow boys?
Tell me girls, I wanna know.
Don't want no soft hands,
I want a real man to take me to the rodeo.
With this sun rise begins my day
A day when I threw it all away
Wait
People whisper saying
He did – you’ll do it – we - is us all
As I hear him call
He takes it in and gives his all
Dream to feel it inside
Become the man you must
The man you must
It’s the only road you see
A one way street
Is – this – all that is left – for – me
Why give my life
Why give my life
This ends here
Is this all you’ve got – when the time – comes
Is this all you’ve got – when I – when I – call
He did it – you’ll do it – we – is the call
Can you feel it now
Deep within
Dream about it – I want you to feel it inside
Get ready for it
Get ready right now
Are you ready
Are you ready
Let go
It’s the only road you see
A one way street
I know this won’t last
Is this what I wanna remember
I know this won’t last
What - was I thinking – you weren’t thinking at all
We are the cowboys