Tonto Lyrics - Slick Rick

One day fishin' heard Indian drums 

Saw a brother, listen too, wife kissin' too 

Then on another mission to 

The city with the sistas, though was a far distance 

There's Lone Ranger out of area that needed my assistance 

To deliver cash, last man got robbed, pimped 

He never returned, I said "ok" and put the money in the Fendi 

Then bumped into this girl 

Looked like that that girl on "Mork & Mindy" and 

"How" I said to the white trim, jockin' me the Indian 

Comin' in all this heat, the kind for hopin' a chance for ropin' in 

"How'd you like to put your Indian teenie in my openin'?" 

Said that would be because the nigga wasn't new to this 

True to this, double barrel slide out the uterus 

Calm, started singin' sad popular songs 

Took the money and the hon', screamin' at the top of her lungs 

Now on a hunt, "You carry leaf?" I was about to smoke a blunt 

No, not without frontal, screw girl pronto, mean Tonto 

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Was extremely pissed, still picturin' screwin' this (woo, woo, woo, woo, woo) 

I don't know why the fuck I'm doin' this 

Nuisance, brother's/horse tracks, "whose to choose?" 

Saddle loose, both thirsty cuttin' a cactus for the juice and 

All of a sudden, these women like model ho's in Paris 

Ganged to rape me the Indian, I was so embarrassed 

Don't pull a kid a minute, to give in within a minute 

'Til I seen a shack yonder, or a couple livin' in it 

Shook my hand, friendly manner, though she pack her up and ran her 

Couldn't stand her, fondle her feathers like she wanted some banana 

Led me to the back of the house, the hands that started track 

Used it as my marks and then I nearly had a heart attack 

Brush it off, deal with the floss, way past disgusted 

Said "what's the matter granny? Is your blind ass dusted" 

Back in the hunt, now what do you want, poor granny offered me a blunt 

No not without frontal, screw girl pronto, mean Tonto, grandma 

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Found they're small timers after all, wasn't her intent to brawl 

Pulled out my 45, "How y'all" up against the wall 

Where's the hooker and the money, here she came, sweatin' mine 

Then the bitch is pointin' a pistol at my fine behind 

Now she a smart ass, should of figured when getting' off the hottie 

So the horse busted in, startin lettin' off the shottie 

Killed the men, slapped the girl, cause he figured I'm stuck trapped in 

"Come on Rick, a horse cappin'?" Yeah, that's what the fuck happened 

Grieve the folks, bleedin', sides red, I'm pleased and 

Indeed, now I'll let the Apache kill the bitch, no I need her 

Playin' the role, better yet, "well is your pole up?" 

Signals from the wife sayin' "what the hell is the holdup?" 

Although he scares the honey, hit the switch dares to run it 

Caught and scalp the daffy hooker, said "bitch where's the money?" 

Gave it up hunt done, she wants a blunt and so it's frontal 

That's not what I want, so drop drawers pronto mean Tonto 

Now turn around 

That's not it 

Shut up bitch, I know what I'm doin' 

But that's my... oh! 

Oh that's it 

Stop, you're hurting me 

Bitch I could have killed... 

Oh shit feels so good 

Open your mouth 

Put it in your mouth 

Play with my balls too 

Know what I'm sayin' wake it up Slick