Tytuł: Three Little Indians

• Wykonawca: Run Dmc
• Wyświetleń: 365

One little, two little, three little indians!
  ("check this out")
  One little, two little, three little indians!
  ("ahh yeah!")
  
  [Jam Master Jay]
  Httin hard, now check the hard hit
  ("Jam Master.. Jay") about to flip
  Slide for a minute but I won't slip son
  God had my back since ("day.. one")
  Back to the track in fact the track's fat
  Peace to my brothers and my sisters in black
  Disrespect and don't know how to act
  You better come correct or I'ma have to bust your hat
  One little, two little indians and me
  Jam Master Jay and Run-D.M.C.
  We been down since (UHH) eighty-("three")
  And ninety-three ain't nuttin but another year to me
  Cause I flip the scripts, grab hips, give tips
  and bust lips, ?? goes the whole length
  So get it, get with it, that did it
  And if you is a critic get the didick, cause it's
  
  One little, two little, three little indians!
  Word up..
  One little, two little, three little indians!
  (uh-huh, uh-huh)
  One little, two little, three little indians!
  ("check this out")
  One little, two little, three little indians!
  ("ahh yeah!")
  
  [D.M.C.]
  I write rhymes I got rhythm I continue to flow
  Recitin lines full of wisdom make decisions with Joe
  Tonight I'm gettin busy won't you give me my dough
  Night time strictly busy for the kids at the show
  That's my hobby kemosabe I be tearin up streets
  and the posse gots to have me in the Cherokee Jeeps
  I'm attackin like Apache boy don't have a cow
  Just give me matches for the flames because it's time to pow-wow
  All the suckers run for cover all the others discover
  One two little three little indian brothers!
  
  One little, two little, three little indians!
  ("check this out")
  One little, two little, three little indians!
  ("one, one, one, huh-hah!")
  
  Here we go [7X]
  
  [Run]
  Begin it, bust it
  DJ, Run and, D.M.C.'n
  JM, J'n how ya livin in ninety-three
  cause we be three little indians, sleepin in a teepee an'
  keepin up a funky fat philosophy cause we be
  re-arrangin, changin, isn't it, different
  Told ya bout retirement, definitely infinite
  flavor, gave up, +Hype+ to Public Enemy
  I like the mic I rock upon the pad and pen a friend to me
  Hit ya with the truth I get to hit ya with the booth
  cause your troops deserve a king, proverb, hmmm!
  Listen, listen to the beat inside your soul
  Knowledge, wisdom is more precious, than gold
  The indians, comin, DJ, Run and
  claimin back the land that the man, stole from him
  It's bout, that time, for mine, come ?? and
  Jay Joe and King who are we? Little indians
  
  One little, two little, three little indians!
  ("check this out")
  One little, two little, three little indians!
  ("one, one, one, huh-hah!")
  
  One little, two little, three little indians!
  ("check this out")
  One little, two little, three little indians!
  ("ahh yeah!")
  
  "aight, auhh, check this out.."