| One day fishing heard Indian drums
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| Saw a brother listen to, wife kissin to Then on another mission to The city of a sister, it was a far distance
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| There was a ranger outta area they needed my assistance
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| Tuesday of the cash, last man that rob pimpy
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| He never returned, I said ok and put the money in the fin
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| And then he bumped into this girl
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| who like that girl that more come Indian
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| How I sex a white trick, jockin me she Indian
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| Comin in on this feet, and comin hopin a chance for ropin in How’d you like to put your Indian tee in my opening
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| So that was a deed, cuz a nigga wasn’t new to this
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| True to this, double barrel slide out the uterus
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| Calm, started singin sad popular songs
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| Took the money and the hon', screamin at the top of her lungs
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| You won a hundred per a reefer, once about to smoke a blunt
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| Know, run wit up fronto, screw a girl pronto, mean Tonto
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| Was extremely pissed, still picturin screwin this
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| I don’t know why the fuck I’m doin this
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| New since, on the horse tracks, whose to choose
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| Sad or loose, both thirst or a cactus full of juice
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| All of a sudden, these women like model hoes in Paris
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| Then don’t hate me the Indian, I was so embarrased
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| Don’t pull a kid a minute, to give in within a minute
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| Til I seen a shaggy condo, or a couple livin in it Shouldn’t have, friendly manner, though she pack her up and ran her
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| Coudln’t stand the finer fellas like she wanted some banana
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| Led me to the back of the house, the hands that started trife
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| Used it as my marks and then I nearly had a heart attack
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| Brush it off, deal wit the floss, way past disgusted
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| Said what’s the matter granny? |
| Is your blood ass dusted
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| Back in the hunt, now what he want, poor granny offer me a blunt
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| No not without fronto, screw girl pronto mean’s Tonto, grandma
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| Found a small timers after all, wasn’t her family prone
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| Without my 45, now y’all up against the wall
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| Where’s the hooker and the money, here she came, sweatin mind
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| Then the bitch she pull a pistol on my far behind
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| Now she a smartish, should of figured when gettin off the highway
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| So the horse busted in, startin lettin off the shotty
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| Killed the men, slapped the girl, didn’t I tell you start traffic
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| Come on Rick, a horse carriage, that’s what the fuck happen
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| We the folks, bleadin, size men, I please them
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| Indeed, don’t ever touch a killer bitch, no I need her
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| Plan a role, better yet, well is your pole up Signals from the west say what the hell is the holdup
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| Though she scare the honey, hit the switch there’s to run it Caught a savage back the hooker, said bitch where’s the money
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| Gave it up hunter, she wants a brother so it’s fronto
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| That’s not what I want, so drop drawers pronto mean’s Tonto |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tonto , by - Slick Rick. Song from the album The Ruler's Back, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп