Apache (jump On It) Lyrics - Sugarhill Gang

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 

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Awowowowowowowowowow! Ho! 

Wowowowowowwowowowowowowowowowowow! 

(Chorus) 

(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! 

(Chorus) 

(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) 

(Chorus) x2