The first thing that you feel is a rumblin'
The next thing you know everything starts crumblin'
Stumbling and you're trying to escape
So you want to get away from your faith
But you can't but wait!
OH no ain't no discounts
You never want it all yall want the full amount
Of the lyrical gumbo not mumbo
When it's stronger then a coffee jumbo
The black buffallo from the GTS
Came from my back
And the T on my chest
Am I up to the test? aw yes
With my brand new style
So fresh
Some folks trying to say I'm old off
Showed off
Got with my boys and road off
To provide the dust
And tumbleweeds
Make way for the buffalo stampede
Come and see
The Buffalo is here
Safe in bed while my country hits me
Want to go out
Like a horse and a breakness
Come and see
The Buffalo is here
Safe in bed while my country hits me
Want to go out
Like a horse and a breakness
The whole world can change
In the blink of an eye
Try not to cry
Feel the pain and the pride
And the loneliness
And the phonyness
All I want is the truth
Can you show me this?
But you're here to hook beats
Your pace quickens
And you're clucking around like chickens
The Buffallo is on a roll
Now you know
Like I said popo
So tell your momma and them
Save your drama for them
Tell all your kin folks
Your cousins and your friends
And get on over to the Ponderosa
And move your body and your boody
Like you know you're supposedta
Some folks trying to say I'm old off
Showed off
Got with my boys and road off
To provide the dust
And tumbleweeds
Make way for the buffalo stampede
Come and see
The Buffalo is here
Safe in bed while my country hits me
Want to go out
Like a horse and a breakness
Come and see
The Buffalo is here
Safe in bed while my country hits me
Want to go out
Like a horse and a breakness
[music break]
One, two, three, four
From Little Big Horn to wounded knee
The trailer kids you'll never find me
And like a cheese boy
You know I'm outlasting
You know I got a hell of a ton of um asking
Come and see
The Buffalo is here
Safe in bed while my country hits me
Want to go out
Like a horse and a breakness
Come and see
The Buffalo is here
Safe in bed while my country hits me
Want to go out
Like a horse and a breakness
Come and see
The Buffalo is here
Safe in bed while my country hits me
Want to go out
Like a horse and a breakness
Come and see
The Buffalo is here
Safe in bed while my country hits me
Want to go out
Like a horse and a breakness
Cowboy Troy - Black in the Saddle Album Lyrics
Cowboy Troy - Black in the Saddle Lyrics
Writer: PETER MILLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Lock Me Up
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How Can You Hate Me
How can you hate me
What day? Attention
Permission to cut loose
And shake your butt granted
You know what?
There's no way you could of planned it
The buffalo is still here
The haters can't stand it
Do you hate me cause I'm larger than you
Or cause I'm stronger
Or that I work harder than you?
Or the fact I have the power
To react and choose not to
And that is my tool
Boom I got you.
Do you hear my understanding of economic policy
Or the fact that I vote
Be careful now don't choke
On the fact I can read in the first place
Some of ya'll demands
Since my very first birthday
(How can you hate someone you just don't know)
You come and see the show
It's gonna be for full fledged
Buy the whole seat
Only 90 bucks a head
The more you hate you know the less love grows
The black buffalo commin out the box
Kicks and rocks
From your head down to your socks
Some people do things to be legendary
But wind up notorious and excindiary
You wanna hate me
You better hate harder
You wanna put out the fire
Bring more water
Some may represent back in the past days
Wantin' me to cross over like I'm on a fast breaks
Speakin my selection makes it hard like rambo
Some of yall say a train
Nothin but a sand boat
Big and rich with the bet
They really took a gamble
Now I'm giving nay sayas
More than they can handle
Fifteen years I used to rap for freesy
Now I'm thankful for the cords
When your pay to sees me
Indeed I declare I aint like ofry wims
Couldnt picture your neck
From here to san demas
Act like I'm a farmilliar man
Go on recognize me
Batton down them hatches
When they start to super size me
(How can you hate someone you just don't know)
You come and see the show
It's gunna be for full fledged
Buy the whole seat
Only 90 bucks a head
The more you hate you know the less love grows
The black buffalo commin out the box
Kicks and rocks
From your head down to your socks
How can you hate me
[cool guitar solo]
I was Branded a sell out
Before I sold out of concert
Speakin the truth
So it's bound to make your mind hurt
The slaves were freed in the 1860's
But some fokes still think
They have a right to get me
They wanna take me out to a lead buffay
Gimme a new necktie and tie it the old way
People I never met wanna take me body surfing
Behind a pick up
Ya that's disturbing
And when my family finds out
It's a little un nerving
You need to wash up for supper
If you're eatin what I'm servin
Whatup kin foke
Whatup cuz
Aint a man alive who can do what I does
(How can you hate someone you just don't know)
You come and see the show
It's gunna be for full fledged
Buy the whole seat
Only 90 bucks a head
The more you hate you know the less love grows
The black buffalo commin out the box
Kicks and rocks
From your head down to your socks [x2]
What day? Attention
Permission to cut loose
And shake your butt granted
You know what?
There's no way you could of planned it
The buffalo is still here
The haters can't stand it
Do you hate me cause I'm larger than you
Or cause I'm stronger
Or that I work harder than you?
Or the fact I have the power
To react and choose not to
And that is my tool
Boom I got you.
Do you hear my understanding of economic policy
Or the fact that I vote
Be careful now don't choke
On the fact I can read in the first place
Some of ya'll demands
Since my very first birthday
(How can you hate someone you just don't know)
You come and see the show
It's gonna be for full fledged
Buy the whole seat
Only 90 bucks a head
The more you hate you know the less love grows
The black buffalo commin out the box
Kicks and rocks
From your head down to your socks
Some people do things to be legendary
But wind up notorious and excindiary
You wanna hate me
You better hate harder
You wanna put out the fire
Bring more water
Some may represent back in the past days
Wantin' me to cross over like I'm on a fast breaks
Speakin my selection makes it hard like rambo
Some of yall say a train
Nothin but a sand boat
Big and rich with the bet
They really took a gamble
Now I'm giving nay sayas
More than they can handle
Fifteen years I used to rap for freesy
Now I'm thankful for the cords
When your pay to sees me
Indeed I declare I aint like ofry wims
Couldnt picture your neck
From here to san demas
Act like I'm a farmilliar man
Go on recognize me
Batton down them hatches
When they start to super size me
(How can you hate someone you just don't know)
You come and see the show
It's gunna be for full fledged
Buy the whole seat
Only 90 bucks a head
The more you hate you know the less love grows
The black buffalo commin out the box
Kicks and rocks
From your head down to your socks
How can you hate me
[cool guitar solo]
I was Branded a sell out
Before I sold out of concert
Speakin the truth
So it's bound to make your mind hurt
The slaves were freed in the 1860's
But some fokes still think
They have a right to get me
They wanna take me out to a lead buffay
Gimme a new necktie and tie it the old way
People I never met wanna take me body surfing
Behind a pick up
Ya that's disturbing
And when my family finds out
It's a little un nerving
You need to wash up for supper
If you're eatin what I'm servin
Whatup kin foke
Whatup cuz
Aint a man alive who can do what I does
(How can you hate someone you just don't know)
You come and see the show
It's gunna be for full fledged
Buy the whole seat
Only 90 bucks a head
The more you hate you know the less love grows
The black buffalo commin out the box
Kicks and rocks
From your head down to your socks [x2]
Writer: TROY N COLEMAN, ADAM SHOENFELD, TROY COLEMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc., DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc., DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Take Your Best Shot Now
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Man With The Microphone
I'm not a politician but I can be when I speak
It's disturbingthat kids can't even eat
But eat 52 hot dogs they call youa champion
If you think aobut it then it might make your mind cramp
Scared kids run away from broken homes
Cuz some kids are scared of gettin' broken bones
Mama talks 'em down till they're feelin' like misfits
Daddy gets drunk and locks them in the closet
Sittin in when you sittin there readin bout it
Blame it on the liquor and they say they can't do without it
But who speaks for the ones who can't on their own
I guess it's me cuz I'm the man with the microphone
Hey I'm the man with the microphone
Somebody turn it on so I can sing my song
I'm just saying what's gotta be said
So don't you turn your head from the man with the microphone
First Somalia now Sudan and Darfur
Don't understand what innocence they're dying for
Dodging bullets poor boys dying from disease
It's enough to make a strong man hit his knees
And cry out to the Lord Jesus up above
To help the world find peace and secure love
The emcee said it like that in the 80's
To this day people still acting shady
In the Middle East mommas crying in the street
Angry fathers never to claim defeat
And they been fighting each other for thousands of years
Drenched with blood and all their tears
In a land no bigger than a county
Fightin each other like hunters for a bounty
But who speaks for those left without a home
I guess it's me cuz I'm the man with the microphone
Hey I'm the man with the microphone
Somebody turn it on so I can sing my song
I'm just saying what's gotta be said
So don't turn your head from the man with the microphone
It's disturbingthat kids can't even eat
But eat 52 hot dogs they call youa champion
If you think aobut it then it might make your mind cramp
Scared kids run away from broken homes
Cuz some kids are scared of gettin' broken bones
Mama talks 'em down till they're feelin' like misfits
Daddy gets drunk and locks them in the closet
Sittin in when you sittin there readin bout it
Blame it on the liquor and they say they can't do without it
But who speaks for the ones who can't on their own
I guess it's me cuz I'm the man with the microphone
Hey I'm the man with the microphone
Somebody turn it on so I can sing my song
I'm just saying what's gotta be said
So don't you turn your head from the man with the microphone
First Somalia now Sudan and Darfur
Don't understand what innocence they're dying for
Dodging bullets poor boys dying from disease
It's enough to make a strong man hit his knees
And cry out to the Lord Jesus up above
To help the world find peace and secure love
The emcee said it like that in the 80's
To this day people still acting shady
In the Middle East mommas crying in the street
Angry fathers never to claim defeat
And they been fighting each other for thousands of years
Drenched with blood and all their tears
In a land no bigger than a county
Fightin each other like hunters for a bounty
But who speaks for those left without a home
I guess it's me cuz I'm the man with the microphone
Hey I'm the man with the microphone
Somebody turn it on so I can sing my song
I'm just saying what's gotta be said
So don't turn your head from the man with the microphone
Writer: TROY N COLEMAN, JOHN D. RICH, JOHN RICH, TROY COLEMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc., DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc., DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
My Bowtie
I've got a hicked out ride with a big block growl
Buckle up tight roll into town
My crew's rollin through lookin shiny and new
Sittin crooked on my chrome on a set of 22's
From the bumper to the hitch my whip is glistenin
Listen to my 15 inches hittin
Diamonds on my digits and my Stetson on my heady
But I aint ready till I'm dressed in my Chevy
[Chorus:]
You can't mess with my bowtie you know it's so fly
One ride you'll know why can't mess with my bowtie
Can't mess with my bowtie just feel that silkey glide
In styl when I arrive can't mess with my bowtie
I keep the outside shiny and the inside clean
Only wrappers that you see on my seat is me
The shotgun seat is saved for my lady
She loves how I baby my baby
I got the charcoal tint keep the inside cool
The big Bose system bumpin it old school
Dressed to impress oh yes I rock steady
But I aint ready till I'm dressed in my Chevy
[Repeat Chorus]
Buckle up tight roll into town
My crew's rollin through lookin shiny and new
Sittin crooked on my chrome on a set of 22's
From the bumper to the hitch my whip is glistenin
Listen to my 15 inches hittin
Diamonds on my digits and my Stetson on my heady
But I aint ready till I'm dressed in my Chevy
[Chorus:]
You can't mess with my bowtie you know it's so fly
One ride you'll know why can't mess with my bowtie
Can't mess with my bowtie just feel that silkey glide
In styl when I arrive can't mess with my bowtie
I keep the outside shiny and the inside clean
Only wrappers that you see on my seat is me
The shotgun seat is saved for my lady
She loves how I baby my baby
I got the charcoal tint keep the inside cool
The big Bose system bumpin it old school
Dressed to impress oh yes I rock steady
But I aint ready till I'm dressed in my Chevy
[Repeat Chorus]
Writer: Bobby Pinson, TROY COLEMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Cruise Control
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Paranoid Like Me ('Tis the Season of Discontent)
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Blackneck Boogie
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Hick Chick
[ Featuring Angela Hacker ]
Hey all you hick chicks dixie divas and you southern bells
All you redneck women let me hear you yell
All you hick chicks dixie divas and you southern bells
All you redneck women let me hear you yell
All you hick chicks dixie divas and you southern bells
All you redneck women let me hear you yell
All you hick chicks dixie divas and you southern bells
All you redneck women let me hear you yell
Get up move your body to the beat
Witness the dope lyrics that I speak
Get this deep into your cranium
Drop it like it's hot til you're glowing like uranium
Country girls in the cowgirl hats wit the tattoos on their back
In the middle right above the waistline
Hold up y'all here comes the bass line
You like that 808 rattling feeling in your crack
With the wail tai
Playing games with your man all evening
Cuz you know your gonna leave here steaming
Country girls keep a romance thick
That's why all the fellas want a hick chick
Hey all you hick chicks dixie divas and you southern bells
All you redneck women let me hear you yell
All you hick chicks dixie divas and you southern bells
All you redneck women let me hear you yell
Got the boys all checkin out your milkshake
Each one tryin to figure what it'll take
To get your name or possibly your email
Cuz you're a straight up countrified female
Like the fella that you met at the grocery
He was everything a man was supposed to be
But you took him to the club and he couldn't dance
Ease up girl give teh boy another chance
We all know you want a man who can step
Knows how to move can dance two-step
You're the one all the girls wanna be
You're the one all the boys come to see
Is he watching all right girl do it right
Do that little move that you know he likes
The way you got him is the way you're gonna keep him
So he ain't out on the low creepin'
Country girls keep a romance thick
That's why all the fella's want a hick chick
Hey where are the hick chicks
(Right here)
Where are the hick chicks
(Right here)
Where are the hick chicks
(Right here, troy, right here)
Where are the hick chicks
(Right here)
Where are the hick chicks
(Right here)
Where are the hick chicks
(Right here, troy, right here)
Hey all you hick chicks dixie divas and you southern bells
All you redneck women let me hear you yell
All you hick chicks dixie divas and you southern bells
All you redneck women let me hear you yell
Writer: TROY N COLEMAN, JOHN D. RICH
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc., DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc., DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
I Play Chicken With The Train
I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
You know that I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
Yeah
Hold 'em up
Here we go
All the hicks and chicks feel the flow
Big black train coming round the bend
Go on kin folk tell your mom and them
Chugg a lugga, chugg a lugga, chugg a lugga
Who? The big black neck commin' through to you boy you done fell and bumped you head, uh huh
That's what they said
People say it's impossible, not probable, too radical
But I already been on the CMA's
Hell Tim McGraw said he liked the change
That he likes the way my hick-hop sounds and the way the crowd screams when I stomp the ground
Now, big and black, clickty-clack and I make the train jump the track like that
I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
You know that I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
Yeah
From my deep decent deep into your ear
My voice is your choice that you wanted to hear
Southern boy makin' noise where the buffalo roam
Less denim an' bone that you might have known
See me ridin' into town like a desperado
With a big belt buckle
The cowboy bravado
All over the World Wide Web you'll see download CBT on that MP3
Speak clearly what I'm sayin' so you comprehend in the name of hick-hop radio tune in
Rollin' like thunder on to the scene
It's kinda hard to describe if you know what I mean
I never claimed to be the hardest of the brother's hard rock
But I'm booming out the box
Skills got you jumping out your socks
From Texas here I come movin' your body with the bass kick drum
I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
You know that I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
Yeah
I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
You know that I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
Yeah
I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
You know that I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
Yeah
Huh, yea, one time
Get you some of that
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
You know that I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
Yeah
Hold 'em up
Here we go
All the hicks and chicks feel the flow
Big black train coming round the bend
Go on kin folk tell your mom and them
Chugg a lugga, chugg a lugga, chugg a lugga
Who? The big black neck commin' through to you boy you done fell and bumped you head, uh huh
That's what they said
People say it's impossible, not probable, too radical
But I already been on the CMA's
Hell Tim McGraw said he liked the change
That he likes the way my hick-hop sounds and the way the crowd screams when I stomp the ground
Now, big and black, clickty-clack and I make the train jump the track like that
I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
You know that I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
Yeah
From my deep decent deep into your ear
My voice is your choice that you wanted to hear
Southern boy makin' noise where the buffalo roam
Less denim an' bone that you might have known
See me ridin' into town like a desperado
With a big belt buckle
The cowboy bravado
All over the World Wide Web you'll see download CBT on that MP3
Speak clearly what I'm sayin' so you comprehend in the name of hick-hop radio tune in
Rollin' like thunder on to the scene
It's kinda hard to describe if you know what I mean
I never claimed to be the hardest of the brother's hard rock
But I'm booming out the box
Skills got you jumping out your socks
From Texas here I come movin' your body with the bass kick drum
I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
You know that I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
Yeah
I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
You know that I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
Yeah
I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
You know that I play chicken with the train play chicken with the train, train
Uh huh huh, uh huh huh
Yeah
Huh, yea, one time
Get you some of that
Writer: ANGIE N APARO, TROY ALVIN COLEMAN, JOHN D. RICH
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Black in the Saddle is an album by American country rapper Cowboy Troy. It is his second major-label album, released in 2007 on Warner Bros. Records. None of the album's singles entered the Billboard singles charts.
As with his previous album Loco Motive, this album features several guest musicians, including fellow MuzikMafia members Big & Rich and James Otto. Angela Hacker, a 2007 winner on the talent competition Nashville Star, is also featured on the tracks "Lock Me Up" and "Hick Chick".
Performed By:
Cowboy TroyAs with his previous album Loco Motive, this album features several guest musicians, including fellow MuzikMafia members Big & Rich and James Otto. Angela Hacker, a 2007 winner on the talent competition Nashville Star, is also featured on the tracks "Lock Me Up" and "Hick Chick".
Genre(s): Country rap, nu metal
Released: June 5th, 2007
Year: 2007