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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!!

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    [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-pee
    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!

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    [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)

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