Idioma Origen:
This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here:
[(CHORUS) CLEF:]
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the n***er dies.
[PACE1:]
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your bullet, but the bullet when ****
Desperado, do work for new boy
I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy
[WYCLEF:] Wyclef
[PACE1:] [PACE 1]
[WYCLEF:] Yo this was how the West was won,
[PACE1:] Our motto, a true Desperado.
[WYCLEF:]
Rappers want to be actors
So they play the Jesse James Character
[PACE1:] And get they bones fractured.
[PACE1:]
You ain´t got no guns, you off to the precinct
Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton
[WYCLEF:]
Woman cry, woman cry, Son still dies
Thrown off the building like the Fall guy
Caved in the grave cause you didn´t know how to behave
Playin´ cowboy now you sleep with the slaves
[PACE1:]
Who´s the desperado, sellin´ bottles in the alley
On some villain shit, wearin´ a mask like Jim Carrey
With his gat cocked, stinkin´ up the crack spot
Pace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot
[WYCLEF:]
The town that I´m from beggars eat cat chowder
Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher
If you see him coming, you better start running
Like a terrorist I guarantee you he´ll be humming.
PACE1: Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash
[WYCLEF:] Yo let´s skip town like Harlem nights.
[LAURYN:]
We make moves in stage coaches
Rah Digga likes the roaches
If anyone approaches
We be like noches, buenos
And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers
R & B singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers.
[RAH DIGGA:]
My style is perhaps one of the foulest
I inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice.
(Buckin´ at stars) and write rhymes for hours
The ghetto missy, drinkin´ whiskey sours.
[LAURYN:]
Bust this scenario, can´t no other n***ers in the barrio
(From Newark to Ontario), bust us when we in stereo.
Cause me and Rashida rock the battles
It´s apparent, you´re no talent, cause your blazin´ in your saddle.
[RAH DIGGA:]
Watch these rap b***hes get all up in your pockets
Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips
Cause props is up, Digga´s through the roof
Burnin´ n***ers like I´m 90 proof.
[LAURYN:]
And for all you head beaters
The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters
While mamasitas carry real heaters.
[RAH DIGGA:]
I rock the Dooby and
L rocks the Nubian twists
96
Muthaf***as gettin´ dissed
[CLEF: (Chorus)]
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the n***er dies.
[Young Zee:]
Yeah, when the OUT´s hooked up with the Refugees
It be more n***as than the NAACP
Comin´ up on weed of all type
Smokin´ home-grown out tobacco pipes.
[PRAZ:]
(You´ve got to know when to hold them,
Know when to fold them)
I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine
Steal your concubine, walk away with your goldmine.
Young Zee: So ooh aaah achiga, Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa
[PRAZ:]
F*** the sheriff, I shot John Wayne
Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane
Yeah me and that kid, um "What´s his name?"
[Young Zee:]
That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain
Smokin´ pure from the health fodd store,
While my whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
F**k with OUT´s it´s like those Islam brothers,
We march through your hood with a million muthaf***as.
So let´s get high off the Fu-Gee-La
When the east is in the house, like I´m Blahzay-blah
[FORTE:]
When pandemonium strikes, at midnight
Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic
On some absurd s**t
You talk back, hustlin´ crack don´t make you bigger
N***as who take your measurements quick, don´t make it quicker.
Stick and slide with vigor
City streets hot like liquor
21 gun salutin, shootin´ niggas from the roof and
Got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you claim you movin´
Your whole style is loose and we gon´ sew it like it´s cotton.
You fail to recognize that everybody could get gotten
the bounty on your head, says your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin´ that there´s a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
Medina is the east side of town lounge never till we yawnin´
Gun players regular front page is the bonus
Life will keep existing while I´m s***tin´ on the corners
Life will keep existing while I´m s***tin´ on the corners
[CHORUS: (Clef)]
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the n***er dies.
Idioma Destino:
This is the Fugees, Outsiders up in here:
[(CHORUS) CLEF:]
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the n***er dies.
[PACE1:]
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot your bullet, but the bullet when ****
Desperado, do work for new boy
I pull out my gun and plug two like Trugoy
[WYCLEF:] Wyclef
[PACE1:] [PACE 1]
[WYCLEF:] Yo this was how the West was won,
[PACE1:] Our motto, a true Desperado.
[WYCLEF:]
Rappers want to be actors
So they play the Jesse James Character
[PACE1:] And get they bones fractured.
[PACE1:]
You ain´t got no guns, you off to the precinct
Inside tuff guys are feminine like Sheena Easton
[WYCLEF:]
Woman cry, woman cry, Son still dies
Thrown off the building like the Fall guy
Caved in the grave cause you didn´t know how to behave
Playin´ cowboy now you sleep with the slaves
[PACE1:]
Who´s the desperado, sellin´ bottles in the alley
On some villain shit, wearin´ a mask like Jim Carrey
With his gat cocked, stinkin´ up the crack spot
Pace 1 dies with both eyes on the jackpot
[WYCLEF:]
The town that I´m from beggars eat cat chowder
Sundance Kid is the everyday purse snatcher
If you see him coming, you better start running
Like a terrorist I guarantee you he´ll be humming.
PACE1: Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash
[WYCLEF:] Yo let´s skip town like Harlem nights.
[LAURYN:]
We make moves in stage coaches
Rah Digga likes the roaches
If anyone approaches
We be like noches, buenos
And I compose a poem for the many gun-slingers
R & B singers, perpetrating guns with two fingers.
[RAH DIGGA:]
My style is perhaps one of the foulest
I inhale large clouds of smoke through my chalice.
(Buckin´ at stars) and write rhymes for hours
The ghetto missy, drinkin´ whiskey sours.
[LAURYN:]
Bust this scenario, can´t no other n***ers in the barrio
(From Newark to Ontario), bust us when we in stereo.
Cause me and Rashida rock the battles
It´s apparent, you´re no talent, cause your blazin´ in your saddle.
[RAH DIGGA:]
Watch these rap b***hes get all up in your pockets
Then bounce with accountants that give me good stock tips
Cause props is up, Digga´s through the roof
Burnin´ n***ers like I´m 90 proof.
[LAURYN:]
And for all you head beaters
The lead eaters, the cheaters soon to be retreaters
While mamasitas carry real heaters.
[RAH DIGGA:]
I rock the Dooby and
L rocks the Nubian twists
96
Muthaf***as gettin´ dissed
[CLEF: (Chorus)]
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the n***er dies.
[Young Zee:]
Yeah, when the OUT´s hooked up with the Refugees
It be more n***as than the NAACP
Comin´ up on weed of all type
Smokin´ home-grown out tobacco pipes.
[PRAZ:]
(You´ve got to know when to hold them,
Know when to fold them)
I can take the sunshine, piss in your wine
Steal your concubine, walk away with your goldmine.
Young Zee: So ooh aaah achiga, Mamase Mamasa Mamakusa
[PRAZ:]
F*** the sheriff, I shot John Wayne
Push him off the runaway train in the movie Shane
Yeah me and that kid, um "What´s his name?"
[Young Zee:]
That would be me, Young Zee from No Brain
Smokin´ pure from the health fodd store,
While my whore slaps cops like Zsa Zsa Gabor
F**k with OUT´s it´s like those Islam brothers,
We march through your hood with a million muthaf***as.
So let´s get high off the Fu-Gee-La
When the east is in the house, like I´m Blahzay-blah
[FORTE:]
When pandemonium strikes, at midnight
Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic
On some absurd s**t
You talk back, hustlin´ crack don´t make you bigger
N***as who take your measurements quick, don´t make it quicker.
Stick and slide with vigor
City streets hot like liquor
21 gun salutin, shootin´ niggas from the roof and
Got nerve to mouth about it and the weight you claim you movin´
Your whole style is loose and we gon´ sew it like it´s cotton.
You fail to recognize that everybody could get gotten
the bounty on your head, says your dead by manana
Pop babies whisperin´ that there´s a body dropped, behind the lot
Police blew up the spot and locked the whole block
Medina is the east side of town lounge never till we yawnin´
Gun players regular front page is the bonus
Life will keep existing while I´m s***tin´ on the corners
Life will keep existing while I´m s***tin´ on the corners
[CHORUS: (Clef)]
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side,
No the n***er dies.