Run-d.m.c. - Three Little Indians Lyrics
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 flipSlide for a minute but I wont slip sonGod had my back since (day.. one)Back to the track in fact the tracks fatPeace to my brothers and my sisters in blackDisrespect and dont know how to actYou better come correct or ima have to bust your hatOne little, two little indians and meJam master jay and run-d.m.c.We been down since (uhh) eighty-(three)And ninety-three aint nuttin but another year to meCause I flip the scripts, grab hips, give tipsAnd bust lips, ? ? goes the whole lengthSo get it, get with it, that did itAnd if you is a critic get the didick, cause itsOne 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 flowRecitin lines full of wisdom make decisions with joeTonight Im gettin busy wont you give me my doughNight time strictly busy for the kids at the showThats my hobby kemosabe I be tearin up streetsAnd the posse gots to have me in the cherokee jeepsIm attackin like apache boy dont have a cowJust give me matches for the flames because its time to pow-wowAll the suckers run for cover all the others discoverOne 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 itDj, run and, d.m.c.nJm, jn how ya livin in ninety-threeCause we be three little indians, sleepin in a teepee anKeepin up a funky fat philosophy cause we beRe-arrangin, changin, isnt it, differentTold ya bout retirement, definitely infiniteFlavor, gave up, +hype+ to public enemyI like the mic I rock upon the pad and pen a friend to meHit ya with the truth I get to hit ya with the boothCause your troops deserve a king, proverb, hmmm!Listen, listen to the beat inside your soulKnowledge, wisdom is more precious, than goldThe indians, comin, dj, run andClaimin back the land that the man, stole from himIts bout, that time, for mine, come ? ? andJay joe and king who are we? little indiansOne 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..
