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    Fatboy Slim and Eve - Cowboy


    [Verse 1]
    Uh, c'mon, uh, yo, yo
    Niggas they drug her up like liquid
    How she dish shit
    Man, woman, boy and girl got addicted
    Damn she flipped it, when gone they missed it
    Been on cuz, they can't stop her climb
    Nigga you digs it?
    Want that, Well you can keep that
    Cuz other bitches out there wack but you can't see that
    E-V is top notch, I had to spot watch
    To make sure I made it mine
    Cuz you can't cock block, came up
    Fucked the game up
    Now your record sales is weak but you can't blame us
    Cuz none can tame us, the game'll never drain us
    Cuz we gon' stop your shine
    And it remains us
    It's all good, you takin everything sweet
    But it's the problems and the pressure that they can't see
    I'm tryin to make a quick flip
    Nigga can you dig this?
    Shit is real, make a mil forever be that rich bitch

    CHORUS:
    Where my niggas at? [WHAT]
    Where my thugs at? [WHAT]
    Where my niggas gettin stacks?
    You know where we at
    Now where my bitches at? [WHAT]
    Where my hoes at? [WHAT]
    Where my bitches chasin stacks?
    You know where we at

    [Verse 2]
    Uh, yo
    They callin me a savage
    Cuz I gotta have it
    I aint work this hard not to ball and live lavish
    And let some clown take my shine like I aint workin overtime
    I refuse to fuck up, and lose my place I got in line, huh
    Bitch please
    Erased your name with ease
    And it was nothin, caught you stuntin got no room to breathe
    Only into big things
    All day spit game
    Tryin to put my people up on paper before shit change
    I be up, late night
    Tryin to get my papes right
    After every show, I gotta go, I got a late flight
    Thought they had us figure out
    Cuz we pullin figures out
    Not that bitch, who is she and what's that nigga Swizz about?
    Questions start to come about
    Thought my time was runnin out
    But never cuz I'm better under pressure, guess you figured out
    Stop all the dumb shit
    I came to run shit
    Think I'm leaving, not at all I'm havin to much fun shee-it

    CHORUS

    [Verse 3]
    Uh, yo
    Y'all niggas must be buggin out
    The industry we dug it out
    We always keep it gangsta we change what y'all be talkin' bout
    Some get away with bullshit
    But they the ones who drown quick
    Back on the block, hustlin, scrapin money up to buy a brick
    Too late, cuz it's over now
    I done shut this whole shit down
    Yeah it's me again, you outta touch bitch, fix your frown
    C'mon! C'mon! Uh! Uh! What! What! C'mon!
    BOUNCE [30X]

    CHORUS

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