"Cowboy" lyrics - FATBOY SLIM

Where my niggas at? (WHAT)
Where my thugs at? (WHAT)
Where my niggas gettin' stacks?
U know where we at
Where my bitches at? (WHAT)
Where my hoes at? (WHAT)
Were my bitches chasin at?
U know where we at

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 'cause, they can't stop her climb
Nigga you digs it?
Want that, well you can keep that
'Cause 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 had it mine
'Cause you can't cock block, came up
Fucked the game up
Now your record sales is weak but you can't blame us
'Cause none can tame us, the game'll never drain us
'Cause we gon' stop your shine
And it remains us
It's all good, you takin' everything sweet
But it's the problem and the pressure that they can't see
I'm tryin' to make a quik flip
Nigga can you dig this?
Shit is real, make a mil forever be that rich bitch

Where my niggas at? (WHAT)
Where my thugs at? (WHAT)
Where my niggas gettin' stacks?
U know where we at
Where my bitches at? (WHAT)
Where my hoes at? (WHAT)
Were my bitches chasin at?
U know where we at

Uh, yo
They callin me a savage
'Cause I gotta have it
I ain't work this hard not to ball and live lavish
And let some clown take my shine like I ain't workin overtime
I refuse to fuck up, and lose my place I got in line, uh
Bitch please
Erased your name with ease
And it was nothin', caught you stuntin got no room to breath
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
'Cause we pullin figures out
Not that bitch, who is she and what that nigga Swizz about?
Questions start to come about
Thought my time was runnin' out
But never 'cause I'm better under presssure, guess you figured out
Stop all the dumb shit
I came to run shit
Think I'm leavin', not at all I'm havin' to much fun sheet-it

Where my niggas at? (WHAT)
Where my thugs at? (WHAT)
Where my niggas gettin' stacks?
U know where we at
Where my bitches at? (WHAT)
Where my hoes at? (WHAT)
Were my bitches chasin at?
U know where we at

Uh, yo
Y'all nigga must be buggin out
The industy we dug 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, 'cause it's over now
I done shut this whole shit down
Yeah it's me again, u outta touch bitch, fix your frown
C'mon!BOUNCE [10x]
C'mon!BOUNCE [10x]
Hu! BOUNCE [10x] Hu!BOUNCE [3x]
What! BOUNCE What! BOUNCE! C'mon!

Where my niggas at? (WHAT)
Where my thugs at? (WHAT)
Where my niggas gettin' stacks?
U know where we at
Where my bitches at? (WHAT)
Where my hoes at? (WHAT)
Were my bitches chasin at?
U know where we at