A cowboy is an animal herder who tends cattle on ranches in North America, traditionally on horseback, and often performs a multitude of other ranch-related tasks. The historic American cowboy of the late 19th century arose from the vaquero traditions of northern Mexico and became a figure of special significance and legend. A subtype, called a wrangler, specifically tends the horses used to work cattle. In addition to ranch work, some cowboys work for or participate in rodeos. Cowgirls, first defined as such in the late 19th century, had a less-well documented historical role, but in the modern world have established the ability to work at virtually identical tasks and obtained considerable respect for their achievements. There are also cattle handlers in many other parts of the world, particularly South America and Australia, who perform work similar to the cowboy in their respective nations.
The cowboy has deep historic roots tracing back to Spain and the earliest European settlers of the Americas. Over the centuries, differences in terrain, climate and the influence of cattle-handling traditions from multiple cultures created several distinct styles of equipment, clothing and animal handling. As the ever-practical cowboy adapted to the modern world, the cowboy's equipment and techniques also adapted to some degree, though many classic traditions are still preserved today.
Shawn Randolph "Randy" Houser (born December 18, 1975) is an American country music artist. Signed to the Universal South Records label in 2008, he charted the single "Anything Goes" that year. This song, a Top 20 hit on the Billboard country singles charts, is the title track to his debut album Anything Goes, which has also produced his first Top 10 hit in "Boots On". Houser also co-wrote the singles "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk" for Trace Adkins, "Back That Thing Up" for Justin Moore and "My Cowboy" for country-pop artist Jessie James.
Randy Houser was born in Lake, Mississippi. His father, a professional musician as well, performed at various local venues. Houser fronted his own band by age thirteen, and while attending East Central Community College in Decatur, Mississippi, he formed another band called 10 lb. Biscuit.
By 2002, Houser moved to Nashville, Tennessee to begin a songwriting career. One of his first cuts as a songwriter was "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk", which he co-wrote with Jamey Johnson and Dallas Davidson. This song was recorded by Trace Adkins on his 2005 album Songs About Me, and was a Top 5 single for him. After this song's success, Houser shifted his focus to performing, and started playing at local gigs in Nashville. He was briefly signed to MCA Nashville but did not release anything on the label.
Robert James "Bob" Ritchie (born January 17, 1971), known by his stage name Kid Rock, is an American singer-songwriter, musician, multi-instrumentalist and rapper with five Grammy Awards nominations. Kid Rock released several studio albums that mostly went unnoticed before his 1998 record Devil Without a Cause, released with Atlantic Records, sold 11 million albums behind the hits, "Bawitdaba", "Cowboy", and "Only God Knows Why". In 2000, he released The History of Rock, a compilation of remixed and remastered versions of songs from previous albums as well as the hit single, "American Bad Ass" and the previously unreleased "Abortion".
Kid Rock released the follow-up in 2001, Cocky. After a slow start, his country-flavored hit "Picture" with Sheryl Crow resurrected the album and it went gold as a single and pushed the album's sales over 5 million. It was followed by 2003's self-titled release, which went platinum in the USA and reached No. 8 on the Billboard charts. In 2006 he released Live Trucker, a greatest hits live album that went mostly unnoticed.
Massimo "Max" Pezzali (b. Pavia, 14 November 1967) was the singer and main song writer of the pop group "883". He released his first solo album in 2004, "Il Mondo Insieme A Te". The album was successful in Italy and from then on Pezzali decided to continue his work as a solo artist.
Max Pezzali was born on November 14, 1967 in Pavia, Italy. His parents owned a florists near the family home. During his high school years Pezzali was held back for one year because he did not achieve the required pass grades. It was in this class that he would meet his friend and future band mate, Mauro Repetto. Pezzali and Repetto both shared a love for rock and roll music and it was this that led to the idea of starting a band. Together they went on holiday to the USA. During their stay they purchased a cheap synthesizer, a drumkit and some CDs, and on their return to Pavia immediately began writing music.
Being a big fan of motorbikes, especially Harley Davidsons, they decided to name the group 883 after the mark's Sportster. Pezzali and Repetto started their singing career at the Castrocaro Festival in 1991, with the song "Non me la menare", also included in # 1 hit LP "Hanno ucciso l'Uomo Ragno" ("They killed Spider-Man"), in 1992. In 1994 Repetto left the band on good terms to pursue his dream of becoming a movie director in America. The band continued without him until 2002 when Pezzali announced his plans to begin a solo career and to take full credit for his songs. During their career (1992–2003), 883 published nine studio albums, released over 25 music videos and frequently toured Italy.
George Harvey Strait (born May 18, 1952) is an American country music singer, actor, and music producer. Strait is referred to as the "King of Country," and critics call Strait a living legend. He is known for his unique style of western swing music, bar-room ballads, honky-tonk style, and fresh yet traditional Country music. George Strait holds the world record for more number-one hit singles than any other artist in the history of music on any chart or in any genre, having recorded 59 number-one hit singles as of 2012.
Strait rocketed to success after his first single "Unwound" was a hit in 1981. While contributing to the neo-traditional movement of the 1980s, he amassed seven number one albums in the decade with his most popular hits including "Fool Hearted Memory" and "Ocean Front Property". By the 1990s, Strait had influenced a new breed of performers while continuing his own successes, having charted upwards of 20 number-one hits including "Heartland" and "Blue Clear Sky". In the 2000s, Strait was named Artist of the Decade by the Academy of Country Music, was elected into the Country Music Hall of Fame, and won his first Grammy award for his hit album Troubadour. Strait continued his previous successes throughout the decade, producing a more contemporary sound with moderate cross-over hits including "She'll Leave You with a Smile" and "You'll Be There".
Cowboy
Cowboy
Well, I'm packin' up my game an' I'm a head out west
Where real women come equipped with scripts an' fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills, chill like Flint
Buy an old drop top, find a spot to pimp
An' I'm a Kid Rock it up an' down your block
With a bottle of scotch an' watch lots of crotch
Buy yacht with a flag sayin' 'Chillin' the most'
Then rock that bitch up an' down the coast
Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars
Get thrown in the mix an' tossed out of bars
Zip to Tijuana, I wanna roam
Find Motown an' tell them fools to come back home
Start an escort service for all the right reasons
An' set up shop at the top of Four Seasons
Kid Rock an' I'm the 'Real McCoy'
An' I'm headin' out west, sucker because I wanna be a
Cowboy, baby
With the top let back an' the sunshine shinin'
Cowboy, baby
West coast chillin' with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a cowboy, baby
Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day
Cowboy, baby
I can smell a pig from a mile away
I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin' when my train rolls in
It goes like dust in the wind
Stoned pimp, stoned freak, stoned out of my mind
I once was lost but now I'm just blind
Palm trees an' weeds, scabbed knees an' rice
Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fleiss
An' if the price is right then I'm gonna make my bid, boy
An' let Californ I A know why they call me
Cowboy, baby
With the top let back an' the sunshine shinin'
Cowboy, baby
West coast chillin' with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a cowboy, baby
Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day
Cowboy, baby
I can smell a pig from a mile away
Yeah, Kid Rock, you can call me 'Tex'
Rollin' sunset woman with a bottle of Becks
Seen a slimy in a 'Vette, rolled down my glass
An' said, ?Yeah, this dick fits right in your ass?
No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor
Call me 'Hoss', I'm the Boss with the sauce in the horse
No remorse for the Sherrif, in his eye I ain't right
I'm gonna paint his town red an' paint his wife white
Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus
Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players
Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers
They told us to leave but bet they can't make us
Why they wanna pick on me?
Lock me up an' snort away my key
I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failure
I ain't straight outta Compton, I'm straight out the trailer
Cuss like a sailor, drink like a Mick
My only words of wisdom are just, ?Radio edit?
I'm flickin' my Bic up an' down that coast
An' keep on truckin' until it falls into motion
Cowboy
With the top let back an' the sunshine shinin'
Cowboy
Spend all my time at Hollywood an' Vine
Cowboy
Ridin' at night 'cause I sleep all day
Cowboy
I can smell a pig from a mile away
Cowboy
With the top let back an' the sunshine shinin'
Cowboy
With the top let back an' the sunshine shinin'
Cowboy
Honorable Marcus Garvey
So much love
That's all I come to give Emperor Selassie
Show dem love
And yet still dem nuh waan live so
Babylon gi dem a toy
See it deh inna dem hand?
Dem turn cowboy
Babylon seh destroy
Seh anytime now a pah-pah-poy oyy oyy
Babylon gi dem a toy
See it deh inna dem hand?
Dem turn cowboy
Babylon gi dem a toy
Anytime now a black a die, cho
Dem buss it up with violence
And nuff a dem kick di bucket
Selassie run di resident
So gun man watch it
Rastaman come strong with love inna di district
Yuh ah muss American with yuh gun pon yuh hip
Di cowboy dem still ah hype cause Bob him shot di sherrif
commissioner ah run because we honor we commit
Unnuh nah no natural cow so yow
Cowboy guh down
Done know yuh bow yuh shot yuh bredda with yuh gun
Fi rights nor justice yuh nah buss it fi none
Well, since a slaughter Selassie come
Emperor sit down round di biggest machine gun
Mousselini test and get dead
Skull turn down
Babylon gi dem a toy
See it deh inna dem hand?
Dem turn cowboy
Babylon seh destroy
Seh anytime now a pah-pah-poy oyy oyy
Some skin bound to peel like scallion
Some a dem cyaan nyam dem meal comfortable and strong
Diss di Man weh fly di seal, done know yuh wrong
Rastaman nuh try no deal we nuh fear no wicked man
Shipment come inna drugs so dem a boast
Yow pon di front dem clap up and all a sport
Cyaan come 'gainst Jah Jah seed nor goat
Touch Lion den and we gwine fi buss yuh throat
Yuh nah go ah Africa den a weh yuh a run to?
Nah na na na nah nuh worry
Selassie see weh yuh do
Love and know Emmanuel, yuh never humble
Drop down a hell and a stress and trouble
Babylon gi dem a toy
See it deh inna dem hand?
Dem turn cowboy
Babylon seh destroy
Seh anytime now a pah-pah-poy oyy oyy
Dem yah journey yah I never srop trod it as Jah
Aun shine from above, ayyy
Those of whom, kick the bucket
And rob brothers and sisters
I surely love still I have to keep going on
I know not nothing of skylarking, ayyy
As long as Jah soil take the corn
I and I will be ruling, yeah
Babylon gi dem a toy
See it deh inna dem hand?
Dem turn cowboy
Babylon seh destroy
Cold gray buildings where a hill should be
Steel and concrete closin' in on me
City faces haunt the places I roam alone
Cowboy, cowboy, can't run, can't hide
Too late to fight now, too tired to try
Wind, once blew free
Now scatters dust to the sky
Cowboy, cowboy, can't run, can't hide
Downtown I'm homeward bound
The city lights are looking bright tonight
No love lost between us
When I see you things are looking up
And though it's cold, inside I'm warm
Devoid of worries, no love is forlorn
How can I say what must remain unspoken
Don't want to spoil all that we said before
So many cry baby hearts to be broken
Don't want to join in with their crazy wars
You tease, I try to please
Though I know I'm not looking my best tonight
Hard pressed, you've had the rest
Of all the choices, time to make your mind up
And though you smile you're sad inside
But do not worry, 'cause I'll make it right
How can I say what must remain unspoken
Don't want to spoil all that we said before
So many cry baby hearts to be broken
Don't want to join in with their crazy wars
How can I say what must remain unspoken
Don't want to spoil all that we said before
I'm weary and tired I've done my day's ridin'
Nighttime is rolling my way
The sky's all on fire and the light's slowly fadin'
Peaceful and still ends the day
And out on the trail, the night birds are callin'
Singin' their wild melody
Down in the canyon, the cottonwood whispers
A song of Wyoming for me
I've wandered around the town and the city
Tried to figure the how and the why
I've stopped all my schemin'
I'm just driftin' and dreamin' and watching the river roll by
And here comes that big ole prairie moon risin'
Shinin' down bright as can be
And up on the hill there's a coyote singin'
A song of Wyoming for me
Well now it's whiskey and tobacco and bitter black coffee
A lonesome old doggie am I
Waking up on the range, Lord, I feel like an angel
Free like I almost could fly
Drift like a cloud out over the badlands
Sing like a bird in the tree
The wind through the sage sounds like Heaven singin'
A song of Wyoming for me
A song of Wyoming for me
Hey cowboy, I dig your blues
You must have had a heavy day
Hey cowboy, I dig your shoes
I know they're walking heavenly ways
CHORUS:
Now, I know you well enough to say, "yeah"
Yeah, yeah, to say, "yeah"
Hey soldier, it's up to you
To see you make it home today
CHORUS
(country guitar solo (Joey Molland))
Tommy's dialogue during solo:
"____ all his teeth
Well, take your partners and dosey doh
Be like me, and see how it goes"
I love my little cowboy
When he laughs, I?m happy
When I?m weak, he?s macho
We ride off together
I love my little cowboy
When he?s rough, I?m happy
When I am, he?s macho
A woman, a man
But every now and then he cries
But swears there?s no tears in his eyes
?Cause he a little cowboy
I tell him and he believes me
Then he laughs and I am happy
We ride off together
A woman, a man
The power, the beauty
But every now and then he cries
He thinks that I don?t know this
?Cause he?s a little cowboy
I tell him and he believes me
When he laughs, I am happy
We?ll ride off together
We ride off together
A woman, a man
Cold gray buildings
Where a hill should be
Steel and concrete
Closin' in on me
City faces
Haunt the places
I rode alone
Cowboy
Cowboy
Can't run
Can't hide
It's too late to fight now
Too tired to try
Wind that once blew free
Now scatters dust to the sky
Cowboy
Cowboy
Can't run
Can't hide
It's too late to fight now
Too tired to try
[verse 1]
Uh, c'mon, uh, yo, yo
Niggas they drug her up like liquid
How she dish shit
Man, woman, boy and girl got addicted
Damn she flipped it, when gone they missed it
Been on cuz, they can't stop her climb
Nigga you digs it?
Want that, well you can keep that
Cuz other bitches out there wack but you can't see that
E-v is top notch, i had to spot watch
To make sure i made it mine
Cuz you can't cock block, came up
Fucked the game up
Now your record sales is weak but you can't blame us
Cuz none can tame us, the game'll never drain us
Cuz we gon' stop your shine
And it remains us
It's all good, you takin everything sweet
But it's the problems and the pressure that they can't see
I'm tryin to make a quick flip
Nigga can you dig this?
Shit is real, make a mil forever be that rich bitch
Chorus:
Where my niggas at? [what]
Where my thugs at? [what]
Where my niggas gettin stacks?
You know where we at
Now where my bitches at? [what]
Where my hoes at? [what]
Where my bitches chasin stacks?
You know where we at
[verse 2]
Uh, yo
They callin me a savage
Cuz i gotta have it
I aint work this hard not to ball and live lavish
And let some clown take my shine like i aint workin overtime
I refuse to fuck up, and lose my place i got in line, huh
Bitch please
Erased your name with ease
And it was nothin, caught you stuntin got no room to breathe
Only into big things
All day spit game
Tryin to put my people up on paper before shit change
I be up, late night
Tryin to get my papes right
After every show, i gotta go, i got a late flight
Thought they had us figure out
Cuz we pullin figures out
Not that bitch, who is she and what's that nigga swizz about?
Questions start to come about
Thought my time was runnin out
But never cuz i'm better under pressure, guess you figured out
Stop all the dumb shit
I came to run shit
Think i'm leaving, not at all i'm havin to much fun shee-it
Chorus
[verse 3]
Uh, yo
Y'all niggas must be buggin out
The industry we dug it out
We always keep it gangsta we change what y'all be talkin' bout
Some get away with bullshit
But they the ones who drown quick
Back on the block, hustlin, scrapin money up to buy a brick
Too late, cuz it's over now
I done shut this whole shit down
Yeah it's me again, you outta touch bitch, fix your frown
C'mon! c'mon! uh! uh! what! what! c'mon!
Bounce [30x]
ufschtah - dr wecker geit
d'miuch isch düregheit
lose was dr mürner seit
luege öb öppis ir zitig schteit
5 minute für e köter
schnäu um d'hütte es paar meter
5 minute unger d'dusche
schnure putze - friise tische
ratlos vor em chleiderhuffe
no schnäu e schluck saft suffe
d'schtäge ab - dr schlüssu sueche
fautschi jagge - wieder ueche
wieder ine u dinne schteit
sie im nachthemmli u geit
grad wieder zrügg i ds bett u seit
i ga no chli ga lige
si seit
chumm mir wei d'chueli verchoufe
mir wei nume no muneli ha
de muesch am morge nümme ga mäuche
de muesch nid jede morge so früeh ufschtah
Uh, c'mon, uh, yo, yo
Niggas they drug her up like liquid
How she dish shit
Man, woman, boy and girl got addicted
Damn she flipped it, when gone they missed it
Been on cuz, they can't stop her climb
Nigga you digs it?
Want that, Well you can keep that
Cuz other bitches out there wack but you can't see that
E-V is top notch, I had to spot watch
To make sure I made it mine
Cuz you can't cock block, came up
Fucked the game up
Now your record sales is weak but you can't blame us
Cuz none can tame us, the game'll never drain us
Cuz we gon' stop your shine
And it remains us
It's all good, you takin everything sweet
But it's the problems and the pressure that they can't see
I'm tryin to make a quick flip
Nigga can you dig this?
Shit is real, make a mil forever be that rich bitch
Where my niggas at? (WHAT)
Where my thugs at? (WHAT)
Where my niggas gettin stacks?
You know where we at
Now where my bitches at? (WHAT)
Where my hoes at? (WHAT)
Where my bitches chasin stacks?
You know where we at
Uh, yo
They callin me a savage
Cuz I gotta have it
I aint work this hard not to ball and live lavish
And let some clown take my shine like I aint workin overtime
I refuse to fuck up, and lose my place I got in line, huh
Bitch please
Erased your name with ease
And it was nothin, caught you stuntin got no room to breathe
Only into big things
All day spit game
Tryin to put my people up on paper before shit change
I be up, late night
Tryin to get my papes right
After every show, I gotta go, I got a late flight
Thought they had us figure out
Cuz we pullin figures out
Not that bitch, who is she and what's that nigga Swizz about?
Questions start to come about
Thought my time was runnin out
But never cuz I'm better under pressure, guess you figured out
Stop all the dumb shit
I came to run shit
Think I'm leaving, not at all I'm havin to much fun shee-it
Uh, yo
Y'all niggas must be buggin out
The industry we dug it out
We always keep it gangsta we change what y'all be talkin' bout
Some get away with bullshit
But they the ones who drown quick
Back on the block, hustlin, scrapin money up to buy a brick
Too late, cuz it's over now
I done shut this whole shit down
Yeah it's me again, you outta touch bitch, fix your frown
C'mon! C'mon! Uh! Uh! What! What! C'mon!
Riding on the range
With his six gun at his side
He's heading into town
With a sneer he can't hide
Doesn't wanna fight
But a fight he will find
Nothing up his sleeve
Cause he ain't the cheating kind
High in the saddle he heads into battle
One bullet is all that he brings
He hushes the room when he walks in saloons
And everyone sings
'cause he's a
Cowboy Cowboy Cowboy Cowbobobobobobo
Cowboy Cowboy Cowboy Cowbobobobobobo
Sleeping 'neath the stars
With a wary open eye
A cactus for a pillow
He can hear the coyote's cry
He doesn't need no woman
No partner at his side
A loner and a rambler
With that outlaw pride
High in the saddle he heads into battle
One bullet is all that he brings
He hushes the room when he walks in saloons
And everyone sings
'cause he's a
Cowboy Cowboy Cowboy Cowbobobobobobo
Cowboy Cowboy Cowboy Cowbobobobobobo
High in the saddle he heads into battle
One bullet is all that he brings
He hushes the room when he walks in saloons
And everyone sings
'cause he's a
Cowboy Cowboy Cowboy Cowbobobobobobo
Cowboy Cowboy Cowboy Cow giddyup giddyup hey!
Cowboy Cowboy Cowboy Cowboy
Paniolo cowboy in a field of sugar cane
Once there was a forest where they hid there in the rain
Cowboy bowboy cowboy
Wanderin wahine under locks of raven hair
Beads of inspiration
Hoping he would not forget just where
Heyup cowboy
Up above the canopy in the highest branches of a tree
He would take her longingly and say One day you'll belong to me
I forgot to mention it was nineteen forty-one
Zeros kept a-comin like to blanket out the sun
Cowboy cowboy
So they lay suspended dreaming of some kind of god
With their limbs akimbo and extended to the mind of God
Cowboy
And the night without regret says it's time to let your hair down low
There they lay in silhouette he would say I'd stay yet have to go
King Kamehameha met with Captain Cook uopn the shore
Lookin at all the cattle asked him
What the hell are all these for?
Cowboy cowboy cowboy
Gone now is the forest and the lovers of the trees
Now there is a chorus playing golf who say in Japanese
Cowboy, cowboy, in the big town
I?m a cowboy in the big town, I?m looking for my pony
A mans best friend is his pony
I'm, I?m a cowboy, I'm cowboy
I need my pony, I lost my pony in the big town
I?m a cowboy in the big city looking for my pony
I?m a cowboy, I?m a cowboy, I?m a cowboy
I?m not alone, not lonely, not alone, not lonely
I?m a cowboy, I?m stuck like a cowboy in the big city
And he affects me, the odour of his skin, oh
It works in my head, I wanna eat him, I wanna be in him
I?m a cowboy smelt like I sat in, in a tine-mine
My nose is struck in the back, my back is struck
But who knows I am, I am a cowboy, cowboy
On the second floor, on a brass bed in a big city
I found my pony but I paid a prize
I got a silver-bullet through my heart
I?m a were-cowboy, I am a were-cowboy, a were, were-cowboy
A were-cowboy, were-cowboy, were-cowboy
talk about responsibility when my age’s goes to 23
I was thinking what I suppose to be
what’s the fuck with me?
talk about sociality
they don’t care what I’m going to be
asking about my ability
what you’ll give to me?
but now I’m nothing
maybe I go to falling and I don’t care about it
Cold gray buildings where a hill should be.
Steel and concrete closing in on me.
City faces haunt the places i roam alone.
Cowboy, cowboy, can't run, can't hide, too late.
To fight now, to die to try.
Winds that once blew free now scatter dust to the sky
Cowboy, cowboy, can't run, can't hide, too late.
Newman
Cold gray buildings where a hill should be.
Steel and concrete closing in on me.
City faces haunt the places i roam alone.
Cowboy, cowboy, can't run, can't hide, too late.
To fight now, to die to try.
Winds that once blew free now scatter dust to the sky
Cowboy, cowboy, can't run, can't hide, too late.
Knock knock motherfucks it's me Mr. Clusterfuck
What, when, where, how, like who gives a fuck
Golf Wang M-O-B, mopping niggas ante up
Ain't been this fucking sick since brain cancer ate my Granny up
Rest in peace, her lying it, life ain't got no light in it
Darker than that closet that nigga Frankie was hiding in
Open it, dope in it, Bobby where's my fucking pipe?
Address my little dick as Ike, twenty says I hit your wife
This is life, truthfully I just want to fly some kites
Grab Salem and Slater and go around, riding bikes
Get some ice cream, Golf Wang rascals toward the night
To skate around and do annoying shit that older peeps despise
Nigga fuck it though, going hard as riga mo
Got a nigga dollars and a couple cracker kids at shows
Cracked a couple kids in the head with this cast
Had a blast out Europe, had a Swedish bitch lickin' toes
That's how it goes; designing clothes, cats on everything, cats on everything
You think all this money will make a happy me?
But I'm about as lonely as crackers that supermodels eat
Everybody's sparking it and I keep coughing
Can't keep calm in this hot box and I get nauseous
Hop in the car and write a song as I'm heading straight to the office
Pissed off at Jasper because that's some faggot shit called "Pink Dolphin"
I roll here on a mean unicorn
Green hat,Vans, Golf top is the team uniform
Downin' that Capri Sun, tighten my bandana up
Something like a les, I'm forgetting my damn manners cause
I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy
But when you're alone thoughts start coming in
Punching in that dark light box and they start rummaging
Shit you've got to battle with, wish that they could skedaddle
But it makes your shadow say none, fuck it grab the gun again
I needed to get out of the house, so I hit the dead Sams, we were biking it out
In a black hoodie,with a Arizona and a bag of skittles
Just to see what all that fucking hype is about
Now everytime you see a roach you think of me, eh?
Because everytime I see one I think what his parents would say
In court saying I ate him, I wasn't present that day
I was with Whitney smoking Sitting at the dock in the Bay
I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy
Do you know how weird it is knowing I make a bunch of cheese
While my friends can't afford little pizzas from Little Caesars
And their whole goal is to roll up and smoke bowls
So I don't feel bad when they not eating
(But you still treating us you punk bitch)
Wolf Haley got more methods than Pinkman
I'm never civil Fuck Lincoln
Preme out the bag it's no wrinkles
I'm okie dokie and loopy
And booboo nana and Caca
If you think I'm fucking COOCOO
Try talking to my shrink then
(Hey)
Bitch
(im right here)
Yo who's that?
Thats Salem
That's my girlfriend
You stay the fuck away from her alright?
I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip
And I am the cowboy on my own trip
Undelay undelay, mami, yee-aw, yee-aw (oh- oh)
Undelay undelay, mami, yee-aw, yee-aw (oh- oh)
Oh yeah
Round you up just like a cowboy
Take you out to the ranch, I'll be your cowboy
Saddle you up just like a cowboy
Baby that's what the cowboys do (do)
Hey there shorty, I see you movin' that body
I'm a little bit crazy
I wanna see your butt till the sun comes up, oh
So don't be mad
You're just too damn bad
Get that whip in my hand
Billy'll give you the ride of your life, come on, oh
Undelay undelay, mami, yee-aw, yee-aw (oh- oh)
Undelay undelay, mami, yee-aw, yee-aw (oh- oh)
I know a place we could go
If you really wanna roll
When we jump off there's so much we can do
Let your inhibitions go
Are you ready for the rodeo
Saddle up baby you know it's time to choose
Round you up just like a cowboy
Take you back to the ranch, I'll be your cowboy
Saddle you up just like a cowboy
Baby that's what the cowboys do (do)
Tie you up just like a cowboy
Baby gimme a chance I'll be your cowboy
Ride you off like a cowboy
Baby that's what the cowboys do (do)
Easy now baby (easy now baby)
Oh, don't be scared (don't be scared)
It's just a little bit a leather (yeah)
And if you run up in the house I'll get my ropes and chase you
I know a place we can go
If you really wanna roll
When we jump off there's so much we can do
Let your inhibitions go
Are you ready for the rodeo
Saddle up baby you know it's time to choose
Round you up just like a cowboy
Take you back to the ranch, I'll be your cowboy
Saddle you up just like a cowboy
Baby that's the cowboys do (do)
Tie you up just like a cowboy
Baby gimme a chance, I'll be your cowboy
Ride you off just like a cowboy
Baby that's what cowboys do (do)
(Rap)
Work the middle, mamma
Twerk the middle, mamma
Change positions (hmmm)
New position (hmmm)
On a mission to get you buckin' like a bronco
Make ya drop low show your hips some more
Hit me on my pager
I'll be your lone ranger (can you feel it)
Nothin' can save ya
Cobassa and Billy Crawford drinks at any offer
Chicks we gotta toss 'em how close they get
Sprung, they want some more of young hung
Shakin' their system like bass drum
They make it hum
Sippin', big pimpin'
If you can't stand the heat
Then get your ass out the kitchen
But if you can,
(End rap)
I know a place we could go
If you really wanna roll
When we jump off there's somuch we can do
Let your inhibitions go
Are you ready for the rodeo
Saddle up baby you know it's time to choose
Round you up just like a cowboy
Take you back to the ranch, I'll be your cowboy
Saddle you up just like a cowboy
Baby that's what the cowboys do (do)
Tie you up just like a cowboy
Baby gimme a chance, I'll be your cowboy
Ride you off just like a cowboy
There was a dive bar and a cowboy
Well, not a cowboy really, but he wore the hat
And there was someone who looked like me
At least a little, but not exact
He said, “I’m gonna take you out proper
You and me are going to the zoo.”
And I pretended that I was bored
And I could take my eyes off of you
All I had to do was ask
I never knew that this would last
I never knew what I was in for
This town thinks it’s got your number
It’s unlisted, but they can wonder and guess and speculate on you and me
Little did I know,
Little did I see
Little did I know just how far our little car could go
Little did I know
Said he was damaged over whiskey
A kind of Kerouac over cigarettes
“Let me guess, you’re a gambler, too?”
He said, “I bet I marry you.”
Well, I was talking like a bad-ass, too
A kind of animal all my own
“No one’s ever gonna tie me down,
Especially not some Romeo.”
All I had to do was look
You were such an open book
How could I miss what I was in for?
Go on ahead and be a loner
Pur on your distant look and roam around the west
Like Jack and Neal and Dean
Little did I know...
And I drove a thousand miles for you
I even bent the rules, it’s true
I swear to everything above
Darlin', we got some sad news today.
So sit down and brace yourself.
I'm not enjoying life out here in this cowboy life in this cowboy town.
Darlin' you're the only thing that we got going here.
But other than that, in barren to the core.
I got whiskey in my blood that needs to be purged,
so send word to my mom
and dad that I'm heading out west to dream with the seagulls
and lay with my thrift store clothes.
'Cause this pale skin, it needs a tan.
I just don't want to be a cowboy anymore.
So I'll follow the smoke to the coast
and just sit in traffic for hours.
I'll just sit with my thoughts.
I think that I could watch the waves all day.
So darlin' follow me out there.
We'll make a new life.
We'll send word to our parents.
I gave up my love
I gave up cigarettes
Now I've got my health
But I've got regrets
Walking all around
Breathing easily
There ain't one single thing
left in this town that's pleasing me!
Staring in the water
I wonder where you are now
Remember when I held you
Down by this canal
You looked into my eyes
I understood you well
You opened up my mind
And you filled it up with hell!
You eyes
They're not like the ones I knew
Not those, I tried
But they don't cry like others do
I thought I knew a thing or two
But I'll make it through
It seems like it was rid by you
Aw, shit!
I've been drinking on my own again
Drinking to my hell
I've been thinking on my own again
Thinking for myself
I walked around to your house
And I rang your front door bell
Well I had my fit of breathing, honey
Take me back to hell!
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Lá no velho oeste, nosso som é proibido
Na terra de herói, nós somos os bandidos
Sem bota de cowboy você não é de nada
Sem chapéu de cowboy, não agarra a mulherada
Cowboy, cowboy
Me diz como fazê
Quando eu crescê
Quero ser que nem você
Eu venho da galera assombrando o deserto
Ninguém me diz nada, se está longe ou se está perto
Eu sinto a batida galopando um pangaré
Então dance esse som, diz aí como é que é
Refrão:
Espora enferrujada e sela esgaçada
Com a crina embaraçada, meu cavalo é uma parada
Penduro no pescoço ferradura pra dar sorte
Eu danço no salão, o funk é meu esporte
Refrão
Não agüento mais esse sol na minha cabeça
Eu gosto de gatinha, de sombra e água fresca
Se ela faz meu tipo, eu olho para o lado
Eu zôo de montão com seu lindo rebolado
Refrão
"Tropa de combate no meio do salão
Para ser cowboy, não precisa ser brigão"
"Tropa de combate no meio do salão
Para ser cowboy, não precisa ser brigão"
Just a cow, just a cow, just a cowboy from the good
just a cowboy from the good side
Drinking whiskey and talking loud
Rough neck riders they were shooting up the town
A tall dark stranger hemade a stand
Grabbed his gun and took the law into his hand
Eyes on fire he rose slowly from his chair
Walked outsid adn weighed the danger in the air
Seven bullets had the names of seven men
When the smoke cleared he's the only one to stand
[Chorus]
Just a cowboy from the good side
On a page that they left out of history
Just a coyboy from good side
And noone knew his name
He was the hero then it all went black
Out of nowhere someone shot him in the back
But on windy nights when the cactus blooms
You'll see his silhouette against the moon
[Chorus]
Just a cowboy from the good side
On a page that they left out of history
Just a cowboy from good side
But noone knew his name
[break]
[Chorus]
Just a cowboy from the good side
Pn a page that they left out of history
Just a cowboy from good side
But noone knew his name
He was a cowboy of yesterday
torn from the tales of an age
Just a cow, just a cow just a cowboy from the good
Just a cowboy from the good side
Just a cow, just a cow just a cowboy from the good
Just a cowboy from the good side
Just a cow, just a cow just a cowboy from the good
Just a cowboy from the good side
Just a cow, just a cow just a cowboy from the good
Cowboy cowboy
Riding in a rodeo
can i be the one for you
Cowboy cowboy
your my little romeo
Let me be your cowgirl to
When i see you
Shiffer and Shake
i wanna be the one for you
your me hero but not on a horse
let me be the one for you
and everytime i'm looking to you
i'm hoping you will look at me to
and everytime i'm dreaming of you
I'm hoping that my dream will come true
cowboy cowboy
riding in a rodeo
can i be the one for you
cowboy cowboy
your my little romeo
let me be your cowgirl to
When the sunset the prerry on fire
will you be the one for me
Blood is burning, you light up my eye
you can be the one for me
and everytime i'm seeing your smile
you make me wanne smile at you to
and everytime my heart goes wild
i'm hoping that my dream will come true
Cowboy cowboy
Riding in a rodeo
can i be the one for you
Cowboy cowboy
your my little romeo
Let me be your cowgirl to
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Cowboy cowboy
Riding in a rodeo
can i be the one for you
Cowboy cowboy
your my little romeo
Let me be your cowgirl to
Cowboy cowboy
Riding in a rodeo
can i be the one for you
Cowboy cowboy
your my little romeo
Let me be your cowgirl to
[Verse 1]
Uh, c'mon, uh, yo, yo
Niggas they drug her up like liquid
How she dish shit
Man, woman, boy and girl got addicted
Damn she flipped it, when gone they missed it
Been on cuz, they can't stop her climb
Nigga you digs it?
Want that, Well you can keep that
Cuz other bitches out there wack but you can't see that
E-V is top notch, I had to spot watch
To make sure I made it mine
Cuz you can't cock block, came up
Fucked the game up
Now your record sales is weak but you can't blame us
Cuz none can tame us, the game'll never drain us
Cuz we gon' stop your shine
And it remains us
It's all good, you takin everything sweet
But it's the problems and the pressure that they can't see
I'm tryin to make a quick flip
Nigga can you dig this?
Shit is real, make a mil forever be that rich bitch
[CHORUS:]
Where my niggas at? (WHAT)
Where my thugs at? (WHAT)
Where my niggas gettin stacks?
You know where we at
Now where my bitches at? (WHAT)
Where my hoes at? (WHAT)
Where my bitches chasin stacks?
You know where we at
[Verse 2]
Uh, yo
They callin me a savage
Cuz I gotta have it
I aint work this hard not to ball and live lavish
And let some clown take my shine like I aint workin overtime
I refuse to fuck up, and lose my place I got in line, huh
Bitch please
Erased your name with ease
And it was nothin, caught you stuntin got no room to breathe
Only into big things
All day spit game
Tryin to put my people up on paper before shit change
I be up, late night
Tryin to get my papes right
After every show, I gotta go, I got a late flight
Thought they had us figure out
Cuz we pullin figures out
Not that bitch, who is she and what's that nigga Swizz about?
Questions start to come about
Thought my time was runnin out
But never cuz I'm better under pressure, guess you figured out
Stop all the dumb shit
I came to run shit
Think I'm leaving, not at all I'm havin to much fun shee-it
[CHORUS]
[Verse 3]
Uh, yo
Y'all niggas must be buggin out
The industry we dug it out
We always keep it gangsta we change what y'all be talkin' bout
Some get away with bullshit
But they the ones who drown quick
Back on the block, hustlin, scrapin money up to buy a brick
Too late, cuz it's over now
I done shut this whole shit down
Yeah it's me again, you outta touch bitch, fix your frown
C'mon! C'mon! Uh! Uh! What! What! C'mon!
BOUNCE [30X]
[CHORUS]
I'm in charge, I'm in command,
I'm the boss, I'm a business woman,
I can handle all of it, I can seal the deal,
And if you try to stop me...
I'll rip you wounds that won't heal.
They say: 'How you doing girlie?'
They try to treat me like I'm a toy,
And I say: 'I ain't no girlie, I'm a god damn cowboy'
I can party as hard as you do,
You think you're 'a man' because you can drink more
than I do,
Well I can do any stupid thing that you can do,
And I can pick up too.
Because you don't gotta be a man to get the job done!
I can do it all, even with those pricks calling me
'hon'.
They say: 'How you doing girlie?'
They try to treat me like I'm a toy,
And I say: 'I ain't no girlie, I'm a god damn cowboy'
So you think you're tough,
That you're going to break me down.
That you're going to shut me the fuck up.
You're going to push my face into the ground.
So, You want to fight?
You want to mess with me?
Well just you start,
We'll beat the shit out of each other, then maybe
you'll see:
They say: 'How you doing girlie?'
They try to treat me like I'm a toy,
And I say: 'I ain't no girlie, I'm a god damn cowboy'
So how come the coyboys always seem to have more fun
than the cowgirls do?
And how come the stories are always about the cowboys
taking care of everything,
including cowgirls like you?
I'm going to be my own bread-winner.
I'm going to take care of myself!
And if the men don't like that I'm not lady like,
I guess I'll have to be a cowboy all by MYSELF!!!
They say: 'How you doing girlie?'
They try to treat me like I'm a toy,
Darlin', we got some sad news today.
So sit down and brace yourself.
I'm not enjoying life out here in this cowboy life in this cowboy town.
Darlin' you're the only thing that we got going here.
But other than that, in barren to the core.
I got whiskey in my blood that needs to be purged,
So send word to my mom
And dad that I'm heading out west to dream with the seagulls
And lay with my thrift store clothes.
'Cause this pale skin, it needs a tan.
I just don't want to be a cowboy anymore.
So I'll follow the smoke to the coast
And just sit in traffic for hours.
I'll just sit with my thoughts.
I think that I could watch the waves all day.
So darlin' follow me out there.
We'll make a new life.