Альбом Cowboy Troy

(with Big & Rich)

Chorus:

I play chicken with the train
Play chicken with the train, train
Unh-huh, unh-huh

(Repeat)

Hold 'em up! Here we go!
All the hicks and chicks feel the flow
Big black train comin' 'round the bend
Gwone kinfolk tell ya mamanem
Chug-a-lug-a, chug-a-lug-a, chug-a-lug-a
Who?!

The big blackneck comin' through to you
Boy, you done fell and bumped your head! Uh-huh, that's what they said
People said it's impossible, not probable, too radical
But I already been on the CMA's, hell Tim McGraw said he like the change
Said he likes the way my hick-hop sounds
And the way the crowd screams when I stomp the ground
I'm big and black, clickety-clack
And I make the train jump the track like that!

(Repeat Chorus)

From mic to cassette, deep into you ear
My voice is your choice that you wanted to hear
Southern boy makin' noise where the buffalo roam
Flesh, denim and bone as you might have known
See me ridin' into to town like a desperado
With a big belt buckle the cowboy bravado
All over the world wide web, you'll see
Download CBT on an MP3
Speak clearly what I'm sayin' so you comprehend
Hit the net for hick-hop radio, tune in
Rollin' like thunder onto the scene
It's kinda hard to describe if you know what I mean
I never claimed to be the hardest of the roughest hard rocks
But I'm boomin' out your box, skills got you jumpin' outcha socks
From Texas here I come, movin' your body with a bass kick drum!

Chorus:

MmmHmm! I got a crick in my neck! (repeat 8x)

Well we enter the facility, the place is jumpin'
Everything is crowded, the music is bumpin'
We make a lap with drink in hand
Try to walk around but we're in demand
About then Sweety went to ladies room
And that's when the DJ played the boom
Boom, boom, bang-biggity-bang
I looked over my shoulder and I was like, ang! A chick was dancin' on the bar so
I double-checked,
Sweety came back, something wrong with your head
I said
(Repeat Chorus)

Like the fellas on the beach in the summertime
Checkin' out the girls walkin' up and down the coastline
Splashin' in the surf in their bikinis
Others tan on a blanket while they sip martinis
All winter long fellas did those crunches
'Cause girls are like bananas, man, they roll in bunches
Lookin' for fun but didn't keep it in check
What happened to you boy?
I got a crick in my neck!

(Repeat Chorus)

You're hanging on my words like a life preserver
My rhyme is your table and I'll be your server
Paid attention to the song like a record exec
Bobbed your head up and down and got a crick in your neck!

(with Big & Rich)

Chorus:
Well he ain broke yet but he sho nuff bendin (repeat 4x)

Well, Im three weeks late on my credit card payment
The lady on the phone said she wants to make arrangements
Put a little down. Can you pay a little on it?
My wallet's too flat, couldnt pay if I wanted
They be callin on my job, Im gettin letters in the mail
The haters in the hood all hopin that I fail
My pockets on Slimfast, my tanks on empty
Used to have friends that said they wanna stick with me
Dogs in my stomach, cause now I getting hungry
Really under pressure wanna talk to my mommy
People on the corner askin me for change?!
Gotta find me a job with a higher pay range
Ive got a tough time trying to pay my bills
If I hit the jackpot, that l cure my ills
My credit is a joke and the banks aint lendin I aint broke yet but I sho nuff
bendin !

(Repeat Chorus)

The dang landlord knockin on my front door
Said he wants the rent from two weeks before
I want to make a call; I cant use the phone
That was late too, I couldnt get a dial tone
Got snow on my TV, no more cable
Gotta use my strats, keepin food on my table
Car notes overdue, the bank talkin repo
Gotta take my girl to the matinee show
Im makin sure she takes a purse big as a tent!
Sneakin in candy bars for 89 cents
I take her to the buffet later in the evenin All you can eat,
Gotta maximize your feedin I got a tough time trying to pay my bills
If I hit the jackpot that I cure my ills
My credit is a joke and the banks aint lendin Aint broke yet but Im sho nuff
bendin

(Repeat Chorus)

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See we live in a world of false pretense
If it dont make dollars, it dont make sense
My credit is a joke, the banks aint lendin I aint broke yet but I sho nuff
bendin

(Repeat Tag)

(with Sarah Buxton)

Chorus:

If you don't wanna love me, then I'll find somebody else who will
Find another kinda thrill, find another way to fill this loneliness (repeat)

A married couple with kids and a family pet
He takes for granted that it's all good and things are set
But she feels no passion in their romance
It's been a year since they had their last slow dance
Even worse her husband treats her like an ornament
Every other week the kids have a tournament
A team meeting or somewhere they've gotta be
But her heart's screamin' hey! What about me?! Unbeknownst, another hound is in
the chicken coup
And he's makin' moves like a player to the hoop
She met at the gym, or was it at the grocery?
It doesn't matter 'cause you know where it's goin' B!
'Cause last year, her Mister got caught cheatin' So she figures that this is
gonna make 'em even
He thought she'd wait like all the times before
Until he found the note she left for him hanging on the door
It read:

(Repeat Chorus)

She's sixteen, callin' home to her mama
Afraid to talk 'cause she's scared of all the noise and drama
She's been gone for a week and a half
All she wants is something to eat and a nap
'Cause she's a runaway
Sleepin' under bridges and sleepin' in alleyways
Afraid to go to the shelter so at night she prays
That hopefully she's gonna see some better days
Meanwhile Mom and Dad are really frantic
When they saw her clothes were gone, you know they really panicked
Thoughts in their minds did she run to the border? Or even worse, will she be a
case on "Law and Order"!
The silence in her room screams of not feelin' wanted
Of not being good enough it almost seems haunted
All her pain soon will be known
When she leaves her mom and dad a message after the tone
And says:

(Repeat Chorus)

If you really wanna know me
I guess you better show me
Is it real or is it phony

(with Big & Rich)

Tag:

If you don't know, better ask somebody
Get on the floor and grab that hottie (repeat 2x)
I gotta work tomorrow y'all
But tonight I'm gonna party like it's...

Chorus:

My last yee haw! Gonna let it hang out!
Like it's my last yee haw! Gonna scream and shout!
Like it's my last yee haw! Gonna burn down the town!
Like it's my last yee haw!!!!

Better hurry up, don't waste your time
You know what to do when you hear my rhyme
You're bouncin' up and down like a kid on a seesaw
Steady groovin' word to your meemaw
Right now put 'em in the air, wave side-to-side, scream aw yeah! Gotta work
tomorrow y'all
But tonight I'm gonna party like it's

(Repeat Chorus)

Whatcha name is? Now don't be scared
Get on the dancefloor, girl, ya heard?
Hands on your knees arch that back
Shake that kadunkadunka and make it clap
Aw now, here we go, get on the dancefloor and get low
Sweat drippin' all down your clothes,
'Cause where it stops no one knows

(Repeat Chorus)

(Repeat Tag)

Escuchen a la musica, the beat is groovin' ya
Groovin' with the record in secreto y la publica
it's the Cowboy with the fresh genre
The groove kinda smooth, make it wanna stick on ya
Comin' outta Dallas, puro eastside
Listen to this song as you're rollin' in your ride
Bumpin' up the street in your clean Impala
Suckers get mad, make 'em wanna holla
I'm the one who's preferred when you're makin' your selection
The verbal disinfectant just to guard against infection
I'm servin' everybody with a lyrical feast
I'm not John Travolta but I'm slicker than grease
On the floor that the janitor just quit moppin'
Maintain focus so there ain't no stoppin' Stay unified everybody hick-hoppin'

And like whipped cream I'm gonna be chart toppin'
Chorus:

Uh-huh, aw yeah, hit you with the beat that'll straighten your hair
Orale a mis carnales, puro tejano cowboy from Dallas (repeat 2x)

Aw yeah El Tejano no chavala
Esta cancion esta garantizada
The Texican is gonna flex again
Gonna put that rhyme in your chest again
Am I representin' (True that!!)
(Come on Troy, do that!!)
All up in your area, people sayin' (who's that?!)
Pongan atencion por este tipo de cancion
Y todas los ratones no tienen corazon
You try to say es imposible
Believe me for sheezy es increible
No comprendes tu no entiendes
You try to understand it but you cannot defend this!

(with Tim McGraw and Big Kenny)

Like dust in the wind, sand sifts through your fingers
Similar to shattered dreams that still linger
Trying to succeed in whatever you do,
But the failures of the past seem to laugh and mock you
I'm worse than a has-been? 'Cause you say I never will be?
I'm just trying to excel so you feel me
'Cause boundaries are made to be broken
And I'm leavin' all the naysayers chokin'
On the dust that I'm kickin' up behind me
it's difficult findin' words to define me
The hick-hop cowboy from the D-A-double L-A-S
So fresh in the contest
Rockin' stages like Guns & Roses
I've been flowin' since Madonna was strikin' poses
I can't quit now 'cause there's too much buzz
And I'm getting my chance because...

Chorus:

Somebody's smilin' on me, somebody's smilin' on me
Somebody's smilin' on me
Count your blessings, can't you see?
He's smilin' on you and smilin' on me

I remember the days, sittin' in the pews
When I heard the preacher sayin' "Spread the news!"
I was feelin' the blues 'til I had a chance to choose
Now I feel the love to the soles of my shoes
Try to walk in the path of the Guiding Light,
I thank the Lord for everything when I pray at night
'Cause I can feel His strength, I can feel His power
He's the one I turn to in my darkest hour
Try to be a good man, never called a saint
Never walked on water so I know I ain't
I might swim in the whiskey but I'm bathed in the Blood of the Lamb
If you want peace raise your hand
And when Heaven comes it won't be no drama
And if you see her first say hi to my mama

In a smoky room, I see you and you're dancin' to a groovin' tune
Just mellow out shake your ummm and do your thang
Baby do your thang

You gotta blonde, a redhead, a brunette
In the gym working up a sweat
One on the treadmill, one on the bike
One in kickboxing class all night
Doing their best to work it out
Tryin' to get a nice body and a nice adow
You love to hear words comin' out of their mouths
These girls are G.R.I.T.S. Girls Raised In The South!

Gonna get cleaned up, meet at the spot
Each one is confident she's pretty hot
Hate to see them go but you love to watch them leave
Go on ladies just do your thang!

Chorus:

Do your thang! Baby do your thang! (repeat 4x)

The witching hour and the club is packed
And we're doing it and we're doing it fast
The lights are bright, cocktails strong, just do your thang
Baby do your thang

Man look at that face, silhouette body
Kickin' so hard you thought she knew karate
Send a thank you to her dad and mom
'Cause once she smiles boy you know it's on
You know she has nice etiquette
But she'll laugh even though she doesn't get it yet
You want to hear her say no one can do it better
Next she's callin' out the 15th letter

Better recognize, get woke to some act rights
She'll get to the point like stalagmites
Bouncin' in the club in the blacklight
Girl so fine bow down like a jack-knife
She ain't frontin' she ain't stuntin'
Swingin' for the fence boy, she ain't buntin' She's educated but she's fluent in
street slang
Go on girl, just do your thang!

(with James Otto)

Chorus:

I'm a beast on the mic, can't get no satisfaction!
Step aside 'cause it's time for some action
I'm a hick rhyme sayer with a kung fu grip
I get the job done instead of talkin' 'bout it!

Early in the mornin' I'm up and I'm at 'em
Hopin' one day my album goes platinum
Rockin' that mic so viciously, deliciously, not maliciously
When atmospheric pressure and vapor pressure converge
There's a party surge, so I must emerge
Get the people hyped and keep going nonstop
Knock the party off the meter when the bassline drops!

(Repeat Chorus)

Japanese Tag:

Ichi-nichi-ju, Ichi-nichi-ju, Kuroi Amerikajin yoru

The last of the Brohicans is speakin'
The one that you turn to each and every weekend
Risin' peakin' while the bump is beatin' don't turn back, no retreatin'
You can see my vision, you can feel my force
Time to hit the trail boy, the mic is my horse
I tantalize and tickle your tympanic with my English
Smile as you listen to the ruckus as I bring this

(Repeat Chorus)

Japanese Tag:

Ichi-nichi-ju, Ichi-nichi-ju, Kuroi Amerikajin yoru
(All day long, all day long, Cowboy Troy bringin' you this song)

(Repeat 2x)

I'm comin' with the best and fresh from out west
Bus driver takin' you to school to pass the test
See I'm lyrically hypnotic, at times even psychotic, neurotic, bionic
And it may leave you catatonic!

(with James Otto)

Chorus:

I'm a beast on the mic, can't get no satisfaction!
Step aside 'cause it's time for some action
I'm a hick rhyme sayer with a kung fu grip
I get the job done instead of talkin' 'bout it!

Early in the mornin' I'm up and I'm at 'em
Hopin' one day my album goes platinum
Rockin' that mic so viciously, deliciously, not maliciously
When atmospheric pressure and vapor pressure converge
There's a party surge, so I must emerge
Get the people hyped and keep going nonstop
Knock the party off the meter when the bassline drops!

(Repeat Chorus)

Japanese Tag:

Ichi-nichi-ju, Ichi-nichi-ju, Kuroi Amerikajin yoru

The last of the Brohicans is speakin'
The one that you turn to each and every weekend
Risin' peakin' while the bump is beatin' don't turn back, no retreatin'
You can see my vision, you can feel my force
Time to hit the trail boy, the mic is my horse
I tantalize and tickle your tympanic with my English
Smile as you listen to the ruckus as I bring this

(Repeat Chorus)

Japanese Tag:

Ichi-nichi-ju, Ichi-nichi-ju, Kuroi Amerikajin yoru
(All day long, all day long, Cowboy Troy bringin' you this song)

(Repeat 2x)

I'm comin' with the best and fresh from out west
Bus driver takin' you to school to pass the test
See I'm lyrically hypnotic, at times even psychotic, neurotic, bionic
And it may leave you catatonic!

(with ATOM)

She's sittin' at the bar, sippin' on a beverage
Try to use your platinum card to get leverage
It don't matter, she's got her own
She's got diamonds for buttons on her cellular phone
She's a cutie with a booty, a hottie with a body
Get her on the dance floor, gonna get naughty
don't mean no harm, just a little fun
'Til it's time for breakfast and you see the sun

Can't find the key to the door where her heart is
Can't find no magic word to say all the things I want to say
There's no equation for that rose, she only knows when she goes!

Chorus:
She's automatic, she's automatic, she turns on when she want to
don't give her no static, she's automatic she turns on when she wants to
Automatic

The beat gets fast and you're cravin' more
Suddenly you make you way to the floor
it's a hick-hop beat boy your body is pumped
All the fine ladies just shakin' their butts
Step up to one then you ask her to dance
It appears to you she's in a trance
Take your time son play your position
'cause that's the primary mission

Can't find the key to the door where her heart is
Can't find no magic word to say all the things I want to say
There's no equation for that rose, she only knows when she goes!

Chorus:

Wrap around the world, all the boys and girls
Raise your hands and sing along tonight
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His site
Everybody wrap around the world

To the hicks in Russia, zdrasvootya, kak dila, pazhalsta
Be careful 'cause I'm hot to ya, while I'm rockin' ya
And your mouth is hanging open saying, "Chto eta?!"
We've got the cowboy sound all across the seas
Bonjour to the French and the Portuguese
Konnichi wa to the Japanese
I'll even break it down for you in Mandarin Chinese
Yi-ar-san, san-ar-yi, nin hao, wo jiao xiansheng CbT, wo cong meiguo lai
Ji dian liu, wo dong jiankang ra huo che nimen fu yijian yuan jian shi
Cong yirjo so lai, wo dong bian, Beijing, Sichuan, Cian Gang, zai jian,
yi liu ping an!

(Repeat Chorus)

Guten Abenb meine damen und herren
Is what you hear in Germany when speakers are blaring
Frankfurt, Berlin, Hamburg, und Koln
Rackin up minutes callin' home on my cell phone
I can't wait to rock Tokyo, Nihonjin! domo arigato!
Okinawa, Kyoto, Osaka, sounds like a job for the chief party rocker
I'm a lyrical black belt, so now you know?
Some call it Tongue Fu, I call it Tae Kwon Flo
Laissez les bon ton roulle
While rockin' Paris and the Chance de Liezze

(Repeat Chorus)

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