A Tribe Called Red - Indians From All Directions lyrics

(Indians from all directions) [Verse 1: Heems] Yo I'm an Indian, from all directions From the west to the east I'm the best and I keep Weapons in reach ??? dead on the streets Getting head on the beach Counting bread in my sheets In my bed when I sleep In my head's Pete and Pete Polaris, Hey Sandy Putting knots in my pocket Putting knots in my back Getting gwap off the rap I'm like, "How can she slap?!" How can a beat slap so hard? I cross the street, Queens Boulevard So many cars, got so many bars Born to be wild I get kicked out of bars Get your motor running, riding on the highway Yo I did it my way, yeah she likes it my way Hanging out Heems, I be hanging out in Queens I be hanging out in Brooklyn My clan is the ??? Trying to make a milli, with the thrilly, I'm in Philly Now New Delhi, I'm so silly, willy nilly yo for realy (Indians from all directions) [Verse 2:Kool A.D.] On the track with a dot and a feather Y'all white, we not, we better We hot, y'all not, need sweater p**y get wetter Hit it with a Pearl Jam, that Vedder That kid Kool A.D., Oh yeah you're a real go getter Y'all not nice, think twice, think better Faster, Stronger, Fitter, Happier ?? up, ?? up, cuz I did it from flow up Game sold up, we all grown up now What now You don't really want to with the K to the O to the O to the O To the L to the L to the L to the Ella Hey dudda dudda Damn! Put my money in my motherf**ing hand I'm a motherf**ing man Doing what I motherf**ing can Wherever the f** a motherf**er stands Red Woods to the New York islands What up to the white man You aight, but this ain't your motherf**ing land (Indians from all directions)