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Three Little Indians

Run-D.M.C.

Down with the King

1993

One little, two little, three little Indians!
("check this out")
One little, two little, three little Indians!
("ahh yeah!")


Httin' hard, now

Yo yo oh
Red skins Indians
Indians red skins native Americans
Indians red skins native Americans
Red skins Indians
Red skins in the house man
Red

gyal dem to the maximum
A deh bun up di place, like dem hot y'know
Dem a always representing a weh
Dey from y'know
Dem all West-Indian and you'd betta'

Like a cowboy ashamed of shooting Indians
I'm running with the posse but Im not really into them
Like everything I ever say and everything I ever do

love with an Indian brave.

Manchac.

Late one night when the moon was down,
As quiet as the shadow of a bob cat's claw.
He stole her from the quarters

When the rain lashed down and the thunder roared
There were six desperadoes in the hands of the lord
Ahead of the posse, but with not much time
Just

the sidewalk and we're trying to figure where the Indians have gone
They've just up and gone
I guess I'll get the kids from the other side of town we'll form

Ah looking for meh jab jab posse
Way de jab jab crow them gone?
The red jab jab, the blue jab jab,
The stick and duty muddy oily jab jab
Ah looking

mention corporate lynchings like
The cowboys did to indians
The intentions, of the Devil
Is to cause me hypertension
So stay gold like Stevie Wonder
Don't

1621
The English and Indians saying their prayers
With their Oakley's protecting them from the sun
As they spoke to and looked to the man upstairs

bitch
Coast to coast, like John Wall and Harden
My dogs in Palma Park put paws on your posse
Impossible is nothing, I'm livin' it up
Indian soul,

daddy can’t play them posse
Martini and Rossi, asti spumante
You doin the science
I’m a giant just like Andre
Talk about washin the money
Like it was

Murdah

Bizzy Bone

Alpha and Omega

2004

from the cloth they cut me black cherry weed/ Cherokee Indians based in Cleveland, thuggin and thievin till I'm the last one breathin/ Only one believin

African, Indian, Japanese gyal
England girls dem ah touch down
Brixton up to London
All mi wanna see rite now is yuh batty
Coulda b slim coulda fatty
D way u

Indian food wit my dawg, he claim he Akhi
You can't join my posse
A home run, the only time somebody robbed me
In a pent with ten bands on the floor My

Carolina weh yuh deh
Bahamas weh yuh deh
Trinbago posse woah ohhh
Fightin' wild tonight
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Got to make it right
Eh, fightin' wild tonight
Oh,

feeling lonely
Ivy in your eye beams drive me crazy

Aye

You left me here all rocked up
My heart forever locked up
Some niggas sending static
My posse

know us
I'm at least top 5 of any Indian guy who ever touched a mic
Without touchin a Mike
And I made a little money but more I touched ya life
I'm

We All Over

Masters of Illusion

Masters of Illusion

2000

miami, columbian, puerto rico
immigrant right hand man nicknamed chico
jamaican posse at the house drinkin' carlo's ?rossi?
carbine 41 shot banana clip

The Polish beer, the Turkish kebabs
English cider, the wickets, the pads
The Bay City Rollers, the movements, the fads
The local crew, the posse