Song Review: Ghetto Cowboy Song by Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Ghetto Cowboy is a song by Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, a highly influential hip-hop group hailing from Cleveland, Ohio.
Released in 1998 as the lead single from their album “The Collection Volume One,” the track stands out as a unique blend of rap and country influences, showcasing the group’s versatility and creativity.
The song opens with a melodic guitar riff and a harmonica, setting the stage for the western-themed narrative that unfolds throughout the lyrics. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony’s trademark rapid-fire, harmonized delivery adds a distinctive touch to the verses, creating a seamless fusion of their signature style with the country-inspired instrumentation.
Ghetto Cowboy tells a compelling story of a young man navigating the challenges and struggles of life in the inner city, drawing parallels to the archetypal cowboy figure and the frontier spirit.
The lyrics depict a narrative of resilience, determination, and survival, as the protagonist finds solace and strength in his own version of the cowboy code.
The chorus, delivered with heartfelt emotion, is a standout element of the song.
It showcases Bone Thugs-N-Harmony’s ability to harmonize effortlessly, with each member contributing their distinct vocal style to create a captivating and memorable hook.
Ghetto Cowboy is a testament to Bone Thugs-N-Harmony’s artistic innovation and willingness to push boundaries within the hip-hop genre.
The blending of rap and country elements was a daring move at the time, and the group executes it with precision and authenticity, resulting in a fresh and captivating sound.
Ghetto Cowboy is a standout track that showcases Bone Thugs-N-Harmony’s musical versatility and storytelling prowess.
The combination of rap, harmonies, and country-inspired instrumentation creates a unique and engaging listening experience.
It remains a beloved and influential song in the group’s discography, highlighting their ability to explore different musical styles while staying true to their roots.
Ghetto Cowboy Lyrics
You better count your money
You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy)
You better count your money
You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy)
You better count your money
You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy)
You better count your money
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 I even took the mayor’s daughter,
Now that there’s kidnap, but she was with us so I brought her.
Dun got myself into a whole heap of trouble,
Double crossed by the law so it’s nobody to run to,
Yeah it’s just me and my sawed-off shotgun,
I dun now call him ‘Leatherface’
I’m headed for the west heard they got a couple banks in town
That ain’t been held up yet, well uh, I ought to 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 now I’m watching for them damn injuns,
They like to catch up then they rob -n- split.
I’ll be a rootin’ tootin’ shootin’ damn fool, protectin’ my chips.
All of a sudden, I heard somebody rumble in the bushes, stopped my horse,
Whoa Nelly!
Who in the bushes, you better speak up,
Or I’m-a let my shotgun’s song sing out.
Who’s this?
Hope this ain’t the law, draw out the bushes with my sawed-off shotgun.
Come on 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 Horse Stealer.
Then why the hell is you hidin’ in them bushes
I’m wanted in four counties, for armed robbery,
Killed two sheriffs, six of his best men with my head,
Stole two horses, thought you was the law that’s why I jumped in the bushes.
Goodness. Now she was hotter than a barrel of fire but
I could use her for the job so I told her to ride, come on.
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 be up before the sun rise got a stallion here for your partner
To ride hit the saloon before the moon shine 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 morning for details ‘n hookup.
You better count your money
You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy)
You better count your money
You better count your money (Ghetto Cowboy)
Rise ‘n shine, good morning, howdy.
Nine o’ clock we meet my boy in the saloon in the valley.
Now I dun came a long way and I don’t wanna be late.
Tell him I’ll make it to him, you know we ain’t.
Move out, giddy up giddy up giddy up
Move out, giddy up giddy up giddy up
Move out, giddy up giddy up giddy up
Move out, giddy up giddy up giddy up
You better count your money (Ghetto cowboy)
You better count your money
I’m peepin’ Krayzie’s ‘Wanted’ poster in the saloon,
So I assume it’ll be trouble round here pretty soon.
Glanced across the room I seen this youngster gettin’ ready to fight
But if he mess up tonight I think that Krayzie just might take his life.
So I approached him and I paused.
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’m just asked the man (Dang)
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 Pete, can I get a twelve gauge!
Outlaw every day, on the front page.
Mister Kid, if you give me the low down me and Blackjack,
Be ready for the showdown, with two double barrels pointed at whatever,
We’ll stick together, I’m pretty clever.
So saddle up, jump on the bandwagon because it’s all goin’ down.
I heard the guy runnin’ the bar screamin’ ‘Krayzie’s in town.’
Now when we get to this saloon, you don’t worry, wait outside.
Don’t be stealin’ nobody’s damn horses.
Stepped inside the bar.
Layzie 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’re good at robbin’ banks like you rustle that cattle up.
Now y’all, it’s gonna be gettin’ dark real soon.
I think you’re right I say we move, come on let’s.
Move out, giddy up giddy up giddy up
Move out, giddy up giddy up giddy up
Move out, giddy up giddy up giddy up
Move out, giddy up giddy up giddy up
You better count your money
You better count your money
You better count your money
You better count your money
You better count your money
You better count your money
You better count your money
You better count your money
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