Three Little Indians Lyrics - Down With The King - Run D.m.c.

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 flip 

Slide for a minute but I won't slip son 

God had my back since ("day. one") 

Back to the track in fact the track's fat 

Peace to my brothers and my sisters in black 

Disrespect and don't know how to act 

You better come correct or I'ma have to bust your hat 

One little, two little indians and me 

Jam Master Jay and Run-D.M.C. 

We been down since (UHH) eighty-("three") 

And ninety-three ain't nuttin but another year to me 

Cause I flip the scripts, grab hips, give tips 

and bust lips,? goes the whole length 

So get it, get with it, that did it 

And if you is a critic get the didick, cause it's 

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One 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 flow 

Recitin lines full of wisdom make decisions with Joe 

Tonight I'm gettin busy won't you give me my dough 

Night time strictly busy for the kids at the show 

That's my hobby kemosabe I be tearin up streets 

and the posse gots to have me in the Cherokee Jeeps 

I'm attackin like Apache boy don't have a cow 

Just give me matches for the flames because it's time to pow-wow 

All the suckers run for cover all the others discover 

One two little three little indian brothers! 

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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 it 

DJ, Run and, D.M.C.'n 

JM, J'n how ya livin in ninety-three 

cause we be three little indians, sleepin in a teepee an' 

keepin up a funky fat philosophy cause we be 

re-arrangin, changin, isn't it, different 

Told ya bout retirement, definitely infinite 

flavor, gave up, +Hype+ to Public Enemy 

I like the mic I rock upon the pad and pen a friend to me 

Hit ya with the truth I get to hit ya with the booth 

cause your troops deserve a king, proverb, hmmm! 

Listen, listen to the beat inside your soul 

Knowledge, wisdom is more precious, than gold 

The indians, comin, DJ, Run and 

claimin back the land that the man, stole from him 

It's bout, that time, for mine, come? and 

Jay Joe and King who are we? Little indians 

One 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."