Lyrics:
come and tip with me
East side south side west side every where we collide
And yo it ain't no thing ugh (red skins Indians)
Native Americans
Indian red
feet
You can see the wheat silo's and the Catholic cathedral
From the wishing well up on Mount Misery
The Chapman River rises east of Northampton
And it
funky
That's the way, that's the way
That's the way hey, hey in the USA
There's still cowboys and indians at home on the range
But the cowboys
pajamas
Dreaming of the bandicoot
Trying to reach nirvana
It's easy when I'm eating this food.
It was an East Indian love affair
East Indian love
paper Gettin serious
Russian Ak Bitch Siberian
Give a fuck bout your opinion
Keep a shooter he East Indian
This whip I got is fast n furious
Jeans im
My big brother rode an Indian Scout
It was black like his jacket
American Spirit hangin' outta his mouth
Just like our daddy
He kicked started
gathered my men
Knispel, Hartmann, Prien
Through the wolves to the waves
Changed course
East a quarter north
Backing south, Indian Queens
The salt winds are
That's the way, that's the way
That's the way hey, hey in the USA
There's still cowboys and indians at home on the range
But the cowboys and indians have
catholic bringing Lutheran heat so let us just play Lutheran nice and just not fight
We're a picture perfect postcard that was sent from the east with
Bishop danced with a thumbscrew woman
Did a double-quick back flip and slid across the floor
The Catholic traffic flowed freely 'cross the river
get funky
That's the way, that's the way
That's the way hey, hey in the USA
There's still cowboys and indians at home on the range
But the cowboys
says her period
It's Catholic heaven
I have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neck
My chest is hard and brown
Lying on stained, wretched sheets
rubber
My oldest an' my youngest son always nuggin'
Bumpin' me an' my Catholic savage, badness
Dumpin' on phony ass, fake ass plastic faggots
Grindin',
She wore her hair like one of the Brethren
Well-worn-down like a Free Presbyterian
Her Catholic knees and taste
Her morals were Lutheran
Mine were
with baby son
The work of the Indian today is done
Life is easy, life is grand
'Til there is white man, gun in hand
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
our best as good as the rest
We've come a long, long way
We are Anglo Indian
And we're proud to be the same
Something from the east something from
hold me
Three letters ik RnG the young OG
Pussy niggas always talking like they know me
But they really mad because they hoes on me
East Side Indian
Robin, Hilltop, East Indian, all different kind of mango
Mango time, mango time
Everyone is wearing a smile
And they don't give a lime
Because dem belly
get funky
That's the way, that's the way
That's the way hey, hey in the USA
There's still cowboys and indians at home on the range
But the cowboys
with baby son
The work of the Indian today is done
Life is easy, life is grand
'Til there is white man, gun in hand
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
terms as she puffed cigarettes
And glowered for young Mr. Curtis
Soon after she passed with a big Catholic mass
And a face in the newspaper notice
It read
the sea
Ain't no peace young cats rather beef
Not enough Indians everybody chiefs
In the city by the sea baby
Long Beach there never be no peace on the East
on an Indian girl,
And we should dance dance dance to these stereotypes.
I love those fat Americans. You know they?re so obnoxious.
They?re always eating
the west to the Australian coast in the east and is divided into the Arabian Sea, the Bay of Bengal, and the Andaman Sea. The Indian Ocean is known for its
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