Cowboys

Fugees

credits


publisher: ©BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC , JELLYBEAN MUSIC GROUP
writers: Rashia Tashan Fisher, Nel Wyclef Jean, Samuel Prakazrel Michel, John E Forte, Dwayne Battle, Jerome P/k/a Pace Won Hinds
album: Track 11 in album The Score
release date: 1996-2-12
popularity : 54 users have visited this page.
genres: Hip Hop Funk / Soul
styles: Pop Rap/Bounce/Conscious
length: 5:24
producer: Wyclef Jean, John Forté and Lauryn Hill
guest performer: Young Zee, Rah Digga and Pacewon
guest lead vocals: John Forté, Young Zee, Rah Digga and Pacewon
lead vocals: Wyclef Jean, Pras Michel and Lauryn Hill
mixer: Wyclef Jean and Warren Riker
engineer: Warren Riker
recorded by: Warren Riker and Wyclef Jean
co-producer: Pras Michel and Jerry Duplessis
composer: Wyclef Jean, Young Zee, Rah Digga, Pacewon, John Forté, Pras Michel, Lauryn Hill

Album Information

label: Columbia
country(area): Germany
format: CD
barcode: 5099748354921
script: Latin

Cover Art

Fugees The Score cover art

Lyrics

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Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Forty-five by my side, do he live

You shot your bullet, but the bullet wwnt
I pull out my gun and plug two like trugoy
Wyclef
Yo this was how the west was won
Rappers want to be actors
And get they bones fractured
Inside tough guys are feminine like sheena easton
Thrown off the building like the fall guy
Playin' cowboy now you sleep with the slaves
On some villain ****, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey
Pace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot
Sundance kid is the everyday purse snatcher
Like a terrorist I guarantee you he'll be humming
Yo let's skip town like harlem nights
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Forty-five by my side, do he live

Rah digga likes the roaches
We be like noches, buenos
R&b singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers
I inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice
The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours
(From newark to Ontario), bust us when we in stereo
It's apparent, your no talent, cause your blazin' in your saddle
Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips
Burnin' *****s like I'm 90 proof
The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters
I rock the dooby and
************s gettin' dissed
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Forty-five by my side, do he live

It be more *****s than the NAACP
Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes
Know when to fold them)
Steal your concubine, walk away with your goldmine
**** the sheriff, I shot john Wayne
Yeah me and that kid, um "what's his name?"
Smokin' pure from the health fodd store
**** with out's it's like those Islam brothers
So let's get high off the fu-gee-la

Full moon splits soft *****s in a lunatic
You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger
Stick and slide with vigor
21 gun saluting, shootin' *****s from the roof and
Your whole style is loose and we goin' sew it like it's cotton
The bounty on your head, says your dead by manana
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
Gun players regular front page is the bonus
Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Forty-five by my side, do he live

You shot your bullet, but the bullet wwnt
I pull out my gun and plug two like trugoy
Wyclef
Yo this was how the west was won
Rappers want to be actors
And get they bones fractured
Inside tough guys are feminine like sheena easton
Thrown off the building like the fall guy
Playin' cowboy now you sleep with the slaves
On some villain ****, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey
Pace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot
Sundance kid is the everyday purse snatcher
Like a terrorist I guarantee you he'll be humming
Yo let's skip town like harlem nights
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Forty-five by my side, do he live

Rah digga likes the roaches
We be like noches, buenos
R&b singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers
I inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice
The ghetto missy, drinkin' whiskey sours
(From newark to Ontario), bust us when we in stereo
It's apparent, your no talent, cause your blazin' in your saddle
Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips
Burnin' *****s like I'm 90 proof
The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters
I rock the dooby and
************s gettin' dissed
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Forty-five by my side, do he live

It be more *****s than the NAACP
Smokin' home-grown out tobacco pipes
Know when to fold them)
Steal your concubine, walk away with your goldmine
**** the sheriff, I shot john Wayne
Yeah me and that kid, um "what's his name?"
Smokin' pure from the health fodd store
**** with out's it's like those Islam brothers
So let's get high off the fu-gee-la

Full moon splits soft *****s in a lunatic
You talk back, hustlin' crack don't make you bigger
Stick and slide with vigor
21 gun saluting, shootin' *****s from the roof and
Your whole style is loose and we goin' sew it like it's cotton
The bounty on your head, says your dead by manana
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
Gun players regular front page is the bonus
Life will keep existing while I'm shitin' on the corners
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Forty-five by my side, do he live

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Track Listing


CD 1
  • 1 Red Intro
  • 2 How Many Mics
  • 3 Ready or Not
  • 4 Zealots
  • 5 The Beast
  • 6 Fu-Gee-La
  • 7 Family Business
  • 8 Killing Me Softly
  • 9 The Score
  • 10 The Mask
  • 11 Cowboys
  • 12 No Woman, No Cry
  • 13 Manifest/Outro
  • 14 Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp remix)
  • 15 Fu-Gee-La (Sly & Robbie mix)
  • 16 Mista Mista
  • 17 Fu-Gee-La (Refugee Camp Global mix)