One day heard Indian drums Saw a brother, too, wife kissin' too on another mission to The city with the sistas, was a far distance There's Lone Ranger area that needed my assistance To deliver cash, last man got robbed, He never returned, I said ok and put the money in the Then bumped into girl like that that girl on "Mork & Mindy" and "How" I said to the white trim, jockin' me the Comin' in all this heat, the kind for hopin' a for ropin' in "How'd you like to put Indian teenie in my openin'?" Said would be because the nigga wasn't new to this True to this, double barrel out the uterus Calm, started singin' sad songs Took the money and the hon', at the top of her lungs Now on a hunt, "You carry leaf?" I was to smoke a blunt No, not without frontal, screw pronto, mean Tonto
Was extremely pissed, still screwin' this Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo I know why the fuck I'm doin' this Nuisance, tracks, "whose to choose?" Saddle loose, both cuttin' a cactus for the juice and All of a sudden, women like model ho's in Paris Ganged to me the Indian, I was so embarrassed Don't a kid a minute, to give in within a minute 'Til I seen a shack yonder, or a couple in it Shook my hand, friendly manner, though she her up and ran her Couldn't stand her, fondle her feathers like she some banana Led me to the back of the house, the hands that started Used it as my marks and then I nearly had a heart Brush it off, deal wit the floss, way past Said "what's the granny? Is your blind ass dusted" Back in the hunt, now what do you want, poor offered me a blunt No not without frontal, screw pronto, mean Tonto, grandma
Found small timers after all, wasn't her intent to brawl Pulled out my 45, "How, y'all" up against the the hooker and the money, here she came, sweatin' mine Then the is pointin' a pistol at my fine behind Now she a smart ass, should of when getting' off the hottie So the busted in, startin lettin' off the shottie the men, slapped the girl, 'cause he figured I'm stuck trapped in "Come on Rick, a horse cappin'?" Yeah, what the fuck happened Grieve the folks, bleedin', red, I'm pleased and Indeed, now let the Apache kill the bitch, no I need her Playin' the role, yet, "well is your pole up?" from the wife sayin' "what the hell is the holdup?" Although he the honey, hit the switch dares to run it Caught and scalped the daffy hooker, "bitch where's the money?" Gave it up hunt done, she wants a blunt and so it's That's not what I want, so drop drawers pronto Tonto
Now around not it Shut up bitch, I know I'm doin' But my... oh! Oh it Stop... you're me Bitch I could killed... Oh shit so good Open mouth Put it in your with my balls too Know I'm sayin' wake it up Slick