Lyrics:
a Maserati,
a Mac truck,
a Mazda,
a new Monza,
or a moped,
a Winnebago--Hell, a herd of Winnebago's we're giving 'em away,
or how about a McCulloch
a Mercedes, an MG
Or a Malibu, a Mort Moriarty, a Maserati
A Mac truck, a Mazda, a new Monza, or a moped
A Winnebago, hell, a herd of Winnebagos
We're giving
out
Out in wild, wild Winnebago
Shit, we out here wild'n out, out here wilding out, out here wilding out
Out in wild, wild Winnebago, holla at me
three, four
Devastation, Indians coming down, new creation in the station
You hear my jam pump throughout the nation
Ventilation, it's coming through my
We got all the shit we need
We're on ten everyday, it ain't nothing new
Iced tea, lemonade for me and the crew
Blow the night away, shoot us
We got all the shit we need
We're on ten everyday, it ain't nothing new
Iced tea, lemonade for me and the crew
Blow the night away, shoot us
As long as the moon shall rise as long as the rivers flow
As long as the sun will shine as long as the grass shall grow
The Senecas are an Indian
defrost)
(All day all night, let's get it, oh)
Indian Gang, Indian Gang, Indian Gang, gang
Gang spent a hundred on a new chain
Make your head spin like
pray
The Indian in that child is the Chief of his People today
He is leading his community, showing them grace along the way
They walk towards a new
As long as the moon shall rise as long as the rivers flow
As long as the sun will shine as long as the grass shall grow
The Senecas are an Indian
the first one that shoots!
I guess I'll never change...
‘Cause I was born on the range.
Cowboys and Indians.
Cowboys and Indians.
Heyup!
I won't make
out of my feelings
And into my bag
That’s facts
Laced up my Diors and ran up that sack
Gave you my heart
But now I want it back
I’m a Indian giver
I’m
get through
A new millennium Indian
Let me get up
Let me get in
Let me get through
A new millennium Indian
It's a sign of our destiny
It's a movement
one that shoots!
I guess I'll never change
'Cause I was born on the range
Cowboys and Indians
Cowboys and Indians
Heyup!
I won't make
one that shoots!
I guess I'll never change
'Cause I was born on the range
Cowboys and Indians
Cowboys and Indians
Heyup!
I won't make
along, sing along
(New civilization, new civilization, new civilization)
The Africans and the Indians
The Africans and the Indians
Never throw stones
No.1 in a the Bombay chart
Indian me a tear them apart
When me come me bring a new stylee
So listen crowd of people and you have to follow me
From New york back across to the bay now
I see you watching and i know you wanna get in me
Boy I have you singing like them indians
Oh
No.1 in a the Bombay chart
Indian me a tear them apart
When me come me bring a new stylee
So listen crowd of people and you have to follow me
Looks like it's going to be an Indian summer
For me
For me
Looks like it's going to be a new beginning
For me
For me
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
you and I like vowels
Upload your ex like files, give a new meaning to head in the clouds
Y'all know how I gets down, tryna see it go round and round
(Get a lot more, aye)
Bet it all, let the winner take her
Ride around in the Winnebago
Not cookin' meth, just pick a flavor
Hey, they wondering where I
Down through New Mexico
Passing through Kansas City
On our way to Amarillo
We're rolling down this highway
In a Winnebago
Some call it chaos
We call it
an Indian man
I said you can't fool me twice
Cos I'm an Indian man
Some of my brothers
Have been in the news
And it ain't cos they were
Wearing basketball
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