Fugees - Cowboys (Official HD Video) Chords
Tempo:
92.35 bpm
Chords used:
G
Dm
Bm
D
Fm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
I pull out my gun and bluff too like True Guard.
Right, left.
Take one.
Yo, this is how the West works, one.
I'm model.
A true desperado.
Rappers wanna be actors, so they play the chess, james, cop, cop.
They get they votes for action.
You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct.
Inside, tough guys are feminine like Sheen Easton.
My Christ, my Christ son still died.
Thrown off the building like the fall guy.
Caved in a grave cause you didn't know how to behave.
Playin' cowboys, now you sleep with the slaves.
Who's the desperado?
Sellin' bottles in the alley.
On the Suspillage, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey.
With the gatcocks, stakin' up the crackpot.
Pace one guys with the bo-fis on the jackpot.
Stick with the town that I'm from, beggars keep catch outta.
Sundance hitters, this the everyday merch snatcher.
If you see him comin', you better start runnin'.
Like a terrorist, I guarantee you he'll be comin'.
Dynamite, dynamite.
Club, I got the cash.
Yo, let's skip town like Harlem Nights.
Ole, hey, everyone wants to be a cowboy.
Grab your gun, boys.
Ole, hey, 45 by my side, do he live?
Weak.
Some stagecoach, my nigga like devotion.
If anyone approaches, we like no-one.
Wayno, Sinaka, Pocahontas, Paul, many gun slingers.
R&B singers, perpetrators, guns, too.
[Bm] Mike Dowd, [Dm] perhaps one of the foulest.
I inhale large clouds of smoke through [D] my chalice.
Fuckin' that star.
And write rhymes for hours.
The ghetto mist, drinkin' whiskey.
Fuck [G] this scenario.
Can't no other beats in the barrier.
From north to Ontario.
That's when we in stereo.
Cause me and Rosh, me and Rosh in battles.
It's a parry, you're no talent, cause you're lazy and you're sad.
Watch these rappers get all up in your pockets.
And bounce with accountants that gave me good stocks.
Crocs, suck.
Shoot a groove, burn it like a light.
And for all your head beaters, the lead eaters, the cheaters, soon to be retreaters.
While my mama's seniors carry real heaters.
I rock the newbie and L rocks the newbie and twist.
Nine, six, motherfuckin' hit and miss.
Ole, hee, hee.
Everyone wants to be a cowboy.
Grab your gun boys.
Ole, hee, hee.
45 by my side, do it little boy.
When the outs hook up with the refugees.
It be one of these [Fm] in the NAACP.
It's coming up on weed of all types.
Smokin' homegrown out tobacco pipes.
No where to hold on.
Uh-huh.
No where to hold on.
Take a sunshine.
Piss in your wine.
Steal your contraband.
Walk away with your gold mine.
So, ooh, ah, ah, ah.
Mama say, mama style, mama my crew style.
The shit is hot, shot John Wayne.
Push him off the runaway train in the movies jam.
Yeah, me and that kid out.
What's his name?
That would be me, young Z from no brand.
Smoke it pure from that whole food store.
While my horse like cops, like God, like the Lord.
Up my ass is like the Islam brothers.
We march through your hood with a million motherfuckers.
So let's get high off the Fuji line.
When the East is in the house like Yung Blas, they fly.
[Dm] When pandemonium strikes at midnight.
Hits for moves, split soft.
And then the lula ticks on some surgeons.
You talk back, hustling crack don't make you bigger.
Looking to take your measurements quick, don't make it [G] quicker.
Sticking slotted figures, city streets hot like liquor.
21 guns, blue issue, can't get it from the roof.
And you got nerve to mouth about it, and the way you claim you're moving.
Your whole style is loose, and we gon' sew it like it's cotton.
If you feel it, recognize it, everybody could get gotten.
The bounty on your head says you dead by mañana.
Pop babies whispering, the dance of body drop behind the lot.
These blew up, you're fighting like a whole block.
Medina is the East, side of town, lounge never to be own it.
Gun play is regular, front page is the bonus.
Life will keep existing as a constant opponent.
Life will keep existing as a constant opponent.
Olehi, everyone wants to be a cowboy, rabbit gun boy.
Olehi, 45 by my side, do he live?
He do.
He's a cowboy.
I pull out my gun and bluff too like True Guard.
Right, left.
Take one.
Yo, this is how the West works, one.
I'm model.
A true desperado.
Rappers wanna be actors, so they play the chess, james, cop, cop.
They get they votes for action.
You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct.
Inside, tough guys are feminine like Sheen Easton.
My Christ, my Christ son still died.
Thrown off the building like the fall guy.
Caved in a grave cause you didn't know how to behave.
Playin' cowboys, now you sleep with the slaves.
Who's the desperado?
Sellin' bottles in the alley.
On the Suspillage, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey.
With the gatcocks, stakin' up the crackpot.
Pace one guys with the bo-fis on the jackpot.
Stick with the town that I'm from, beggars keep catch outta.
Sundance hitters, this the everyday merch snatcher.
If you see him comin', you better start runnin'.
Like a terrorist, I guarantee you he'll be comin'.
Dynamite, dynamite.
Club, I got the cash.
Yo, let's skip town like Harlem Nights.
Ole, hey, everyone wants to be a cowboy.
Grab your gun, boys.
Ole, hey, 45 by my side, do he live?
Weak.
Some stagecoach, my nigga like devotion.
If anyone approaches, we like no-one.
Wayno, Sinaka, Pocahontas, Paul, many gun slingers.
R&B singers, perpetrators, guns, too.
[Bm] Mike Dowd, [Dm] perhaps one of the foulest.
I inhale large clouds of smoke through [D] my chalice.
Fuckin' that star.
And write rhymes for hours.
The ghetto mist, drinkin' whiskey.
Fuck [G] this scenario.
Can't no other beats in the barrier.
From north to Ontario.
That's when we in stereo.
Cause me and Rosh, me and Rosh in battles.
It's a parry, you're no talent, cause you're lazy and you're sad.
Watch these rappers get all up in your pockets.
And bounce with accountants that gave me good stocks.
Crocs, suck.
Shoot a groove, burn it like a light.
And for all your head beaters, the lead eaters, the cheaters, soon to be retreaters.
While my mama's seniors carry real heaters.
I rock the newbie and L rocks the newbie and twist.
Nine, six, motherfuckin' hit and miss.
Ole, hee, hee.
Everyone wants to be a cowboy.
Grab your gun boys.
Ole, hee, hee.
45 by my side, do it little boy.
When the outs hook up with the refugees.
It be one of these [Fm] in the NAACP.
It's coming up on weed of all types.
Smokin' homegrown out tobacco pipes.
No where to hold on.
Uh-huh.
No where to hold on.
Take a sunshine.
Piss in your wine.
Steal your contraband.
Walk away with your gold mine.
So, ooh, ah, ah, ah.
Mama say, mama style, mama my crew style.
The shit is hot, shot John Wayne.
Push him off the runaway train in the movies jam.
Yeah, me and that kid out.
What's his name?
That would be me, young Z from no brand.
Smoke it pure from that whole food store.
While my horse like cops, like God, like the Lord.
Up my ass is like the Islam brothers.
We march through your hood with a million motherfuckers.
So let's get high off the Fuji line.
When the East is in the house like Yung Blas, they fly.
[Dm] When pandemonium strikes at midnight.
Hits for moves, split soft.
And then the lula ticks on some surgeons.
You talk back, hustling crack don't make you bigger.
Looking to take your measurements quick, don't make it [G] quicker.
Sticking slotted figures, city streets hot like liquor.
21 guns, blue issue, can't get it from the roof.
And you got nerve to mouth about it, and the way you claim you're moving.
Your whole style is loose, and we gon' sew it like it's cotton.
If you feel it, recognize it, everybody could get gotten.
The bounty on your head says you dead by mañana.
Pop babies whispering, the dance of body drop behind the lot.
These blew up, you're fighting like a whole block.
Medina is the East, side of town, lounge never to be own it.
Gun play is regular, front page is the bonus.
Life will keep existing as a constant opponent.
Life will keep existing as a constant opponent.
Olehi, everyone wants to be a cowboy, rabbit gun boy.
Olehi, 45 by my side, do he live?
He do.
He's a cowboy.
Key:
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Bm
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Fm
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Bm
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_ I pull out my gun and bluff too like True Guard.
Right, left.
Take one.
Yo, this is how the West works, one.
I'm model.
A true desperado.
Rappers wanna be actors, so they play the chess, james, cop, cop.
They get they votes for action.
You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct.
Inside, tough guys are feminine like Sheen Easton.
My Christ, my Christ son still died.
Thrown off the building like the fall guy.
Caved in a grave cause you didn't know how to behave.
Playin' cowboys, now you sleep with the slaves.
Who's the desperado?
Sellin' bottles in the alley.
On the Suspillage, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey.
With the gatcocks, stakin' up the crackpot.
Pace one guys with the bo-fis on the jackpot.
Stick with the town that I'm from, beggars keep catch outta.
Sundance hitters, this the everyday merch snatcher.
If you see him comin', you better start runnin'.
Like a terrorist, I guarantee you he'll be comin'.
_ Dynamite, dynamite.
Club, I got the cash.
Yo, let's skip town like Harlem Nights.
Ole, hey, everyone wants to be a cowboy.
Grab your gun, boys.
Ole, hey, 45 by my side, do he live?
Weak.
Some stagecoach, my nigga like devotion.
If anyone approaches, we like no-one.
Wayno, Sinaka, Pocahontas, Paul, many gun slingers.
R&B singers, perpetrators, guns, too.
[Bm] Mike Dowd, [Dm] perhaps one of the foulest.
I inhale large clouds of smoke through [D] my chalice.
Fuckin' that star.
And write rhymes for hours.
The ghetto mist, drinkin' whiskey.
Fuck [G] this scenario.
Can't no other beats in the barrier.
From north to Ontario.
That's when we in stereo.
Cause me and Rosh, me and Rosh in battles.
It's a parry, you're no talent, cause you're lazy and you're sad.
Watch these rappers get all up in your pockets.
And bounce with accountants that gave me good stocks.
_ Crocs, suck.
Shoot a groove, burn it like a light.
And for all your head beaters, the lead eaters, the cheaters, soon to be retreaters.
While my mama's seniors carry real heaters.
I rock the newbie and L rocks the newbie and twist.
Nine, six, motherfuckin' hit and miss.
Ole, hee, hee.
Everyone wants to be a cowboy.
Grab your gun boys.
Ole, hee, hee.
45 by my side, do it little boy.
When the outs hook up with the refugees.
It be one of these [Fm] in the _ NAACP.
It's coming up on weed of all types.
Smokin' homegrown out tobacco pipes.
No where to hold on.
Uh-huh.
No where to hold on.
Take a sunshine.
Piss in your wine.
Steal your contraband.
Walk away with your gold mine.
So, ooh, ah, ah, ah.
Mama say, mama style, mama my crew style.
The shit is hot, shot John Wayne.
Push him off the runaway train in the movies jam.
Yeah, me and that kid out.
What's his name?
That would be me, young Z from no brand.
Smoke it pure from that whole food store.
While my horse like cops, like God, like the Lord.
Up my ass is like the Islam brothers.
We march through your hood with a million motherfuckers.
So let's get high off the Fuji line.
When the East is in the house like Yung Blas, they fly.
[Dm] When pandemonium strikes at midnight.
Hits for moves, split soft.
And then the lula ticks on some surgeons.
You talk back, hustling crack don't make you bigger.
Looking to take your measurements quick, don't make it [G] quicker.
Sticking slotted figures, city streets hot like liquor.
21 guns, blue issue, can't get it from the roof.
And you got nerve to mouth about it, and the way you claim you're moving.
Your whole style is loose, and we gon' sew it like it's cotton.
If you feel it, recognize it, everybody could get gotten.
The bounty on your head says you dead by mañana.
Pop babies whispering, the dance of body drop behind the lot.
These blew up, you're fighting like a whole block.
Medina is the East, side of town, lounge never to be own it.
Gun play is regular, front page is the bonus.
Life will keep existing as a constant opponent.
Life will keep existing as a constant opponent.
_ Olehi, everyone wants to be a cowboy, rabbit gun boy.
_ Olehi, 45 by my side, do he live?
He do.
He's a cowboy. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I pull out my gun and bluff too like True Guard.
Right, left.
Take one.
Yo, this is how the West works, one.
I'm model.
A true desperado.
Rappers wanna be actors, so they play the chess, james, cop, cop.
They get they votes for action.
You ain't got no guns, you off to the precinct.
Inside, tough guys are feminine like Sheen Easton.
My Christ, my Christ son still died.
Thrown off the building like the fall guy.
Caved in a grave cause you didn't know how to behave.
Playin' cowboys, now you sleep with the slaves.
Who's the desperado?
Sellin' bottles in the alley.
On the Suspillage, wearin' a mask like Jim Carrey.
With the gatcocks, stakin' up the crackpot.
Pace one guys with the bo-fis on the jackpot.
Stick with the town that I'm from, beggars keep catch outta.
Sundance hitters, this the everyday merch snatcher.
If you see him comin', you better start runnin'.
Like a terrorist, I guarantee you he'll be comin'.
_ Dynamite, dynamite.
Club, I got the cash.
Yo, let's skip town like Harlem Nights.
Ole, hey, everyone wants to be a cowboy.
Grab your gun, boys.
Ole, hey, 45 by my side, do he live?
Weak.
Some stagecoach, my nigga like devotion.
If anyone approaches, we like no-one.
Wayno, Sinaka, Pocahontas, Paul, many gun slingers.
R&B singers, perpetrators, guns, too.
[Bm] Mike Dowd, [Dm] perhaps one of the foulest.
I inhale large clouds of smoke through [D] my chalice.
Fuckin' that star.
And write rhymes for hours.
The ghetto mist, drinkin' whiskey.
Fuck [G] this scenario.
Can't no other beats in the barrier.
From north to Ontario.
That's when we in stereo.
Cause me and Rosh, me and Rosh in battles.
It's a parry, you're no talent, cause you're lazy and you're sad.
Watch these rappers get all up in your pockets.
And bounce with accountants that gave me good stocks.
_ Crocs, suck.
Shoot a groove, burn it like a light.
And for all your head beaters, the lead eaters, the cheaters, soon to be retreaters.
While my mama's seniors carry real heaters.
I rock the newbie and L rocks the newbie and twist.
Nine, six, motherfuckin' hit and miss.
Ole, hee, hee.
Everyone wants to be a cowboy.
Grab your gun boys.
Ole, hee, hee.
45 by my side, do it little boy.
When the outs hook up with the refugees.
It be one of these [Fm] in the _ NAACP.
It's coming up on weed of all types.
Smokin' homegrown out tobacco pipes.
No where to hold on.
Uh-huh.
No where to hold on.
Take a sunshine.
Piss in your wine.
Steal your contraband.
Walk away with your gold mine.
So, ooh, ah, ah, ah.
Mama say, mama style, mama my crew style.
The shit is hot, shot John Wayne.
Push him off the runaway train in the movies jam.
Yeah, me and that kid out.
What's his name?
That would be me, young Z from no brand.
Smoke it pure from that whole food store.
While my horse like cops, like God, like the Lord.
Up my ass is like the Islam brothers.
We march through your hood with a million motherfuckers.
So let's get high off the Fuji line.
When the East is in the house like Yung Blas, they fly.
[Dm] When pandemonium strikes at midnight.
Hits for moves, split soft.
And then the lula ticks on some surgeons.
You talk back, hustling crack don't make you bigger.
Looking to take your measurements quick, don't make it [G] quicker.
Sticking slotted figures, city streets hot like liquor.
21 guns, blue issue, can't get it from the roof.
And you got nerve to mouth about it, and the way you claim you're moving.
Your whole style is loose, and we gon' sew it like it's cotton.
If you feel it, recognize it, everybody could get gotten.
The bounty on your head says you dead by mañana.
Pop babies whispering, the dance of body drop behind the lot.
These blew up, you're fighting like a whole block.
Medina is the East, side of town, lounge never to be own it.
Gun play is regular, front page is the bonus.
Life will keep existing as a constant opponent.
Life will keep existing as a constant opponent.
_ Olehi, everyone wants to be a cowboy, rabbit gun boy.
_ Olehi, 45 by my side, do he live?
He do.
He's a cowboy. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _