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This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here:<br /><br />[(CHORUS) CLEF:]<br />Everyone wants to be a cowboy<br />Grab your guns boy<br />Forty-five by my side,<br />No the n***er dies.<br /><br />[PACE1:]<br />Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen<br />You shot your bullet, but the bullet when ****<br />Desperado, do work for new boy<br />I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy<br /><br />[WYCLEF:] Wyclef<br /><br />[PACE1:] [PACE 1]<br /><br />[WYCLEF:] Yo this was how the West was won,<br /><br />[PACE1:] Our motto, a true Desperado.<br /><br />[WYCLEF:]<br />Rappers want to be actors<br />So they play the Jesse James Character<br /><br />[PACE1:] And get they bones fractured.<br /><br />[PACE1:]<br />You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct<br />Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton<br /><br />[WYCLEF:]<br />Woman cry, woman cry, Son still dies<br /><br />Thrown off the building like the Fall guy<br />Caved in the grave cause you didn't know how to behave<br />Playin' cowboy now you sleep with the slaves<br /><br />[PACE1:]<br />Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alley<br />On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey<br />With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot<br />Pace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot<br /><br />[WYCLEF:]<br />The town that I'm from beggars eat cat chowder<br />Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher<br />If you see him coming, you better start running<br />Like a terrorist I guarantee you he'll be humming.<br />PACE1: Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash<br /><br />[WYCLEF:] Yo let's skip town like Harlem nights.<br /><br />[LAURYN:]<br />We make moves in stage coaches<br />Rah Digga likes the roaches<br />If anyone approaches<br />We be like noches, buenos<br />And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers<br />R & B singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers.<br /><br />[RAH DIGGA:]<br />My style is perhaps one of the foulest<br />I inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice.<br />(Buckin' at stars) and write rhymes for hours<br />The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours.<br /><br />[LAURYN:]<br />Bust this scenario, can't no other n***ers in the barrio<br />(From Newark to Ontario), bust us when we in stereo.<br />Cause me and Rashida rock the battles<br />It's apparent, you're no talent, cause your blazin' in your saddle.<br /><br />[RAH DIGGA:]<br />Watch these rap b***hes get all up in your pockets<br />Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips<br />Cause props is up, Digga's through the roof<br />Burnin' n***ers like I'm 90 proof.<br /><br />[LAURYN:]<br />And for all you head beaters<br />The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters<br />While mamasitas carry real heaters.<br /><br />[RAH DIGGA:]<br />I rock the Dooby and<br />L rocks the Nubian twists<br />96<br />Muthaf***as gettin' dissed<br /><br />[CLEF: (Chorus)]<br />Everyone wants to be a cowboy<br />Grab your guns boy<br />Forty-five by my side,<br />No the n***er dies.<br /><br />[Young Zee:]<br />Yeah, when the OUT's hooked up with the Refugees<br />It be more n***as than the NAACP<br />Comin' up on weed of all type<br />Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes.<br /><br />[PRAZ:]<br />(You've got to know when to hold them,<br />Know when to fold them)<br />I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine<br />Steal your concubine, walk away with your goldmine.<br />Young Zee: So ooh aaah achiga, Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa<br /><br />[PRAZ:]<br />F*** the sheriff, I shot John Wayne<br />Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane<br />Yeah me and that kid, um "What's his name?"<br /><br />[Young Zee:]<br />That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain<br />Smokin' pure from the health fodd store,<br />While my whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor<br />F**k with OUT's it's like those Islam brothers,<br />We march through your hood with a million muthaf***as.<br />So let's get high off the Fu-Gee-La<br />When the east is in the house, like I'm Blahzay-blah<br /><br />[FORTE:]<br />When pandemonium strikes, at midnight<br />Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic<br />On some absurd s**t<br />You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger<br />N***as who take your measurements quick, don't make it quicker.<br />Stick and slide with vigor<br />City streets hot like liquor<br />21 gun salutin, shootin' niggas from the roof and<br />Got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you claim you movin'<br />Your whole style is loose and we gon' sew it like it's cotton.<br />You fail to recognize that everybody could get gotten<br />the bounty on your head, says your dead by manana<br />Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot<br />Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block<br />Medina is the east side of town lounge never till we yawnin'<br />Gun players regular front page is the bonus<br />Life will keep existing while I'm s***tin' on the corners<br />Life will keep existing while I'm s***tin' on the corners<br /><br />[CHORUS: (Clef)]<br />Everyone wants to be a cowboy<br />Grab your guns boy<br />Forty-five by my side,<br />No the n***er dies.
Letra nueva de la canción
This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here:<br /><br />[(CHORUS) CLEF:]<br />Everyone wants to be a cowboy<br />Grab your guns boy<br />Forty-five by my side,<br />No the n***er dies.<br /><br />[PACE1:]<br />Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen<br />You shot your bullet, but the bullet when ****<br />Desperado, do work for new boy<br />I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy<br /><br />[WYCLEF:] Wyclef<br /><br />[PACE1:] [PACE 1]<br /><br />[WYCLEF:] Yo this was how the West was won,<br /><br />[PACE1:] Our motto, a true Desperado.<br /><br />[WYCLEF:]<br />Rappers want to be actors<br />So they play the Jesse James Character<br /><br />[PACE1:] And get they bones fractured.<br /><br />[PACE1:]<br />You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct<br />Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton<br /><br />[WYCLEF:]<br />Woman cry, woman cry, Son still dies<br /><br />Thrown off the building like the Fall guy<br />Caved in the grave cause you didn't know how to behave<br />Playin' cowboy now you sleep with the slaves<br /><br />[PACE1:]<br />Who's the desperado, sellin' bottles in the alley<br />On some villain shit, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey<br />With his gat cocked, stinkin' up the crack spot<br />Pace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot<br /><br />[WYCLEF:]<br />The town that I'm from beggars eat cat chowder<br />Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher<br />If you see him coming, you better start running<br />Like a terrorist I guarantee you he'll be humming.<br />PACE1: Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash<br /><br />[WYCLEF:] Yo let's skip town like Harlem nights.<br /><br />[LAURYN:]<br />We make moves in stage coaches<br />Rah Digga likes the roaches<br />If anyone approaches<br />We be like noches, buenos<br />And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers<br />R & B singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers.<br /><br />[RAH DIGGA:]<br />My style is perhaps one of the foulest<br />I inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice.<br />(Buckin' at stars) and write rhymes for hours<br />The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours.<br /><br />[LAURYN:]<br />Bust this scenario, can't no other n***ers in the barrio<br />(From Newark to Ontario), bust us when we in stereo.<br />Cause me and Rashida rock the battles<br />It's apparent, you're no talent, cause your blazin' in your saddle.<br /><br />[RAH DIGGA:]<br />Watch these rap b***hes get all up in your pockets<br />Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips<br />Cause props is up, Digga's through the roof<br />Burnin' n***ers like I'm 90 proof.<br /><br />[LAURYN:]<br />And for all you head beaters<br />The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters<br />While mamasitas carry real heaters.<br /><br />[RAH DIGGA:]<br />I rock the Dooby and<br />L rocks the Nubian twists<br />96<br />Muthaf***as gettin' dissed<br /><br />[CLEF: (Chorus)]<br />Everyone wants to be a cowboy<br />Grab your guns boy<br />Forty-five by my side,<br />No the n***er dies.<br /><br />[Young Zee:]<br />Yeah, when the OUT's hooked up with the Refugees<br />It be more n***as than the NAACP<br />Comin' up on weed of all type<br />Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes.<br /><br />[PRAZ:]<br />(You've got to know when to hold them,<br />Know when to fold them)<br />I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine<br />Steal your concubine, walk away with your goldmine.<br />Young Zee: So ooh aaah achiga, Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa<br /><br />[PRAZ:]<br />F*** the sheriff, I shot John Wayne<br />Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane<br />Yeah me and that kid, um "What's his name?"<br /><br />[Young Zee:]<br />That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain<br />Smokin' pure from the health fodd store,<br />While my whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor<br />F**k with OUT's it's like those Islam brothers,<br />We march through your hood with a million muthaf***as.<br />So let's get high off the Fu-Gee-La<br />When the east is in the house, like I'm Blahzay-blah<br /><br />[FORTE:]<br />When pandemonium strikes, at midnight<br />Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic<br />On some absurd s**t<br />You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger<br />N***as who take your measurements quick, don't make it quicker.<br />Stick and slide with vigor<br />City streets hot like liquor<br />21 gun salutin, shootin' niggas from the roof and<br />Got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you claim you movin'<br />Your whole style is loose and we gon' sew it like it's cotton.<br />You fail to recognize that everybody could get gotten<br />the bounty on your head, says your dead by manana<br />Pop babies whisperin' that there's a body dropped, behind the lot<br />Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block<br />Medina is the east side of town lounge never till we yawnin'<br />Gun players regular front page is the bonus<br />Life will keep existing while I'm s***tin' on the corners<br />Life will keep existing while I'm s***tin' on the corners<br /><br />[CHORUS: (Clef)]<br />Everyone wants to be a cowboy<br />Grab your guns boy<br />Forty-five by my side,<br />No the n***er dies.
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