Cowboy ft. Reese Green Lyrics

( Where the lights are shining on me!!! )

Whip the lasso, cause it's time to saddle up

Got a third strike, second chance, batter up

Last boy scout, you don't wanna battle bruh

Real in the streets, you fake in a chapel

Me and Reese, hungry for the beef

White castle…

Harold, Kumar

Fighting fat bastards

Got the light, shining on me…

Energizer logo

Buck wild, came back with my mojo

Chuck Norris on that 7up commercial

Cut like diameters in a circle

My light green, while these fiends smoke purple

They geeked up Carl, Steve Urkel

I got bars like bulls running stampedes

Haters sing and cry, Micah Stampley

Studio monster when I'm amped B

Punchline stethoscope, cause they can't breathe

Rich folks, donkeys…

Cause they jackass

I'm going 0 to 100 on your half-ass

I make the streets sensitive like a neck rash

My flow, air, fly over like a jet lag

Dirty player in the game like Ric Flair

Undefeated young champ, when I'm in here

Mouths running, till' I put that ass in gear

Put my Timberland boot, in ya damn rear

On speed like a mustang

Still hot like sun tans

Clean cowards like dust pans

Somersault on the track like stuntman

Bash heads like a hick in a bar fight

With the hottest cowgirl and she no dike

Fight dudes, corporates with the pinstripe

Looking for a cowboy with the hood life

Hood boy, blue rhinestone, J's on

Hood down, chill face like Trayvon

Chicks love me, long time like Avon

Get head, 8 hours, like a day job

More stars, than Dallas Cowboys

Watch em' fumble on the field like Romo

FM, going hard, see the logo

Charts going down, up like a yo-yo

Marlboro Men, when we in the damn booth

Smoke 16's, loud for the crowd boost

Working like secretaries, for the town loot

Killing mics, whether noisy or they soundproof

Ay, yo, Gotit!

You got the stu, I got them rhymes, boy

You talk that work, I'm at your house, boy

Ay, yo, Reese, what's good, homie

I'm a rhinestone cowboy

Fine red bone of a cow town

Nursery rhyme niggas how now, brown cow

900 weight from a hundred thou, wow

Fake nigga, bow down

Bitch broke my heart, but I never bow down

I love them anyway, I'm handcuffing them

Handcuff a trend, handcuff a friend

Handcuff a man, handcuff my dreams

Handcuff my ambition so it sings

Reading between the lines, but I'm following my dreams

Malcolm X by any means

Feeling like a cutty, looking for some cutty

Little buddy, little, little buddy

Met a little buddy, put me on with a other little buddy

Now we all living lovely

Rhinestone cowboy

Rhinestone cowboy

Rick James with the cowboy hat

Got some bitches down, we should just match

Iron sharper, iron in the eggs, we'll hatch

Never get attached

To that nigga, though, slack

Slack, slack, slack

Break it right back

Fuck the money up and I made it right back

Ten toes down, make money on my back

I'm proactive, I don't react