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Hunter Ian - Apache lyrics
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Ho! Ho! Ho!
 [Chorus]
 Tonto, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it...
 Kemosabi, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it...
 Custer, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it...
 Apache, jump on it, jump on it, wowowowowowowowowo!!
 A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga
 [Big Bank Hank]
 I'm Big Bank, I am the Chief
 I got a lot of raps but I'll be real
 I never need a horse I like to chill
 so I, drive up in my new Seville
 My Tribe went down in the hall of fame
 Cause I'm the one who shot Jesse James
 Pound for pound, I will never break down
 (Big Bank!) No sir, I don't mess around
 Awowowowowowowowowow!! Ho!
 Wowowowowowwowowowowowowowowowowow!!
[Chorus]
 [Master G]
 Like Kemosabi, of course it's me
 I'm better known as the Master G
 A firing squad, sensed the danger
 When they're stung by the rapping ranger
 Had a little talk with my medicine man
 He said, "Get them squaws, fast as you can"
 To all you girls, that wanna join my Tribe
 Just move to my rhythm, and feel my vibe
 Put up a fuss, in the end you'll agree
 When you come inside, my tee-peeHunter Ian - Apache - http://motolyrics.com/hunter-ian/apache-lyrics.html
 As I said before, you could sense the danger
 When you're stung by the rapping ranger
 When Silver and I, take a route
 All you suckers better step aside
 I sting squaws, then I run away
 HIYOO Silver, is what I say!
 Ho! Ho! Wowowowowowowowow!
 Hit it gang!
Ho! Ho! Ho! Aowowowowowowowowowowowo!
[Chorus]
 [Wonder Mike]
 A pow-wow, just rock it out
 Finger poppin to the break of dawn
 Keep it rockin like the stuff that we call maize
 (What's that?) Hot buttered popcorn
 You just hippa-hoppa-dippa-boppa bang the boogie
 woogie betcha wanna boogie again
 And you can put me to the test at your request
 I rock you out of your mocassin
 Kemosabi got down, took off his mask
 He kicked off his shoes and did the Monster Mash
 Tommy came along, saw what was happenin
 His head began to boppin his foot start to clappin
 Go slam, dunk, do the jerk
 And with the mic is how my smoke signals work
 They were jammin off a record that said it best:
 "Now what you hear is not a test!"
 Aowowowowowowowowowowowo!
 A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga (2X)
 [Chorus (minus the a-hunga line)]
 [Chorus (music only to the fade)]








