COWBOY COWBOY Well I'm packing up my game and I'ma head out west Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts Find a nest in the hills, chill like Flint Buy an old drop top, find a spot to pill And I'm a kid rockin' up and down your block Go with a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' chillin' the most Then rock that bitch up and down the coast Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars Sip the tea you wanna, I wanna roam Find hometown, tell the news and come back home Start an escort service for all the right reasons And set up shop at the top of Four Seasons Kid rockin', I'm the real McCoy And I'm headed out west, sucka Because I'm gonna be a cowboy, baby With a top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy, baby West coast chillin' with the booms, boy I'm gonna be a cowboy, baby Ridin' at night while I sleep all day Cowboy, baby I can smell the tea from a mile away I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin' when my train rolls in It goes like dust in the wind I once was lost, but now I'm just blind Palm trees and weeds, scant knees and rice Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fleiss And if the price is right, then I'm gonna make my bid, boy And let California know why they call me a cowboy, baby With a top let back and the sunshine shining Cowboy, baby West coast chillin' with the booms, boy I'm gonna be a cowboy, baby Ridin' at night while I sleep all day Cowboy, baby I can smell the tea from a mile away Yeah Yeah, kid, bye, you can call me a tax Rolling sunset, woman with a bottle of fax Seen a slimmy in a vat, throw down my glass And said, yeah, it is psh, psh, psh, right, no No kid done swingin' spurs sittin' on the floor Call me horse, I'm the boss with the sauce in the horse No remorse for the sheriff, it is I ain't right I'm a painter's town red, that paint is white, white, uh Cause chaos, rock like Alvarez Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players Mack like Mayers, ball like Lakers They told us to leave, but bet they can't make us Why they wanna pick on me? I ain't no chief, I'm just a regular failure I ain't straight out of Compton, I'm straight out the trailer Cuss like a sailor, drink like a vic My only words are with a stomata Radio edit I'm flakin' my dick up and down that coast And keep on chokin' till it falls in the ocean Cowboy With the top left back and the sunshine shinin' Cowboy Spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine Cowboy Ridin' at night cause we sleep all day Cowboy I can smell a pig from a mile away Cowboy With the top left back and the sunshine shinin' Cowboy With the top left back and the sunshine shinin' Cowboy Hollywood and Vine