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   Even took the mayor's daughter      Now, that there's kidnappin', but she was with it, so I brought her   Then, got myself into a whole heap of trouble   Double-crossed by the law, so there's nobody to run to, yeah   It's just me and my sawed-off shotgun      Outlaw call him Leather Face, I'm headed for the West   Heard they got a couple banks in town that ain't been held up yet   Well, uh, I oughta 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 I'm watchin' for them damn   Injuns they like to catch ya, then they rob and split   I be a rootin'-tootin'-shootin' damn fool, protectin' my chips      All of a sudden, I heard somebody rumble in the bushes   Stop my horse   "Whoa, Nellie, who in the bushes?   You better speak out or I'm a let my shotgun song sing out"      Who is this? I hope this ain't the law   Jump out the bushes with my sawed-off shotgun   C'mon 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, the horse-stealer   Then, why the hell is you hidin'   In them bushes?      I'm wanted in four counties for armed robbery   Killed to two sheriffs, six of his best men want my head   Stole two horses   Thought you was the law, that's why I jumped in the bushes      Goodness, now, she was hotter than the barrel on fire   But I could use her for the job, so I told her to ride, c'mon   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 out before the sun rise   Gotta stallion for your partner to ride   Hit the saloon for the moonshine   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 mornin'   For details and hook-up      You better count your money   Ghetto cowboy      Rise and shine, good mornin'   Howdy, nine o'clock we meet my boy in the saloon in the valley   Now, I done came a long way   And I don't wanna be late      Tell him I'll make it to him 'cause you know we ain't   Move out, giddyup, giddyup, giddyup   You better count your money   Ghetto cowboy      I'm peepin' Krayzie's wanted poster in the saloon   So I assume it'll be trouble around here pretty soon   Glance across the room, I see this youngster getting ready to fight   But if he mess up the night   I think that Krayzie just might take his life   So, I approach him, and I pause      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 just asked the man   Hey, 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 P, can I get a twelve gauge?   Outlaw, everyday on the front page   Mister Kid, if you give me the lowdown   Me and Black Jack be ready for the showdown   With two double-barrels pointed at whatever   We'll stick together, I'm purty clever      So saddle up, jump on the bandwagon   Because it's all goin' down   I heard a guy run in the bar screamin'   Krayzie's in town      Now when we get to the saloon, you don't worry   Wait outside, and don't be stealin' nobody's damn horses   Step inside the bar   Lay the 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 good at robbin' banks like you rustle that cattle up   Now, y'all, it's gon' be gettin' dark real soon   I think you're right, I say we move c'mon, let's move out      Giddyup, giddyup, giddyup, move out   You better count your money   Ghetto cowboy