[Verse 1: Little Indian]
Well I was just driving, in my car cruising
Listening to music, looking at the girls it's amusing
Ignition, turn off the key I'm on a mission
Dismissing, miracle, lyrical addition
Condition, my brain is pumping hard like a piston
Competition is getting less, I'm the best so listen
You wishing to run away from my smoke of horror
An hour is all I need to have you in my power
A flower, one rose, no one knows how they throw us
Full of holes; the stage is empty, I'm gonna plenty
Put you in your place don't try to tempt me
Just three, one little Indian smoking in a tree
[Chorus: Little Indian] (x3)
One little Indian smoking in a tree
R-I-P-P-I-N-G
[Verse 2: little Indian]
It's the [?] taking our competition like diseases
He freezes, coolie man the one who prays on Jesus
So leave us and turn a man is done, you better believe us
The crust, is peeling off the mic and starting to rust
So bust it's a must I grab the mic and check it
I wreck it, E-man grab your second?, and wreck it
[Verse 2: The Foreigner]
Yo it's the Foreigner, that's never boring ya
Slamming to keep you jamming there is no ignoring the
Accent to wake up the flavor
Español or English, distinguish, this thing which I gave you
*Spanish line* to be exact
So you can be know I'm the one that came to give that
Bringing funk from the Caribbeans
Taking out ? the clowns and comedians
With my n***a indian smoking in a tree
R to the, I to the, P the P the I-N-G
[Chorus: Little Indian] (x4)
One little Indian smoking in a tree
R-I-P-P-I-N-G
[verse 3: Little Indian]
I'm the incredible, animalistic, vocalistic
Put my hands down to the earth, hear the mystic
You missed it
Evaporation disappear like this quick?
[Verse 5: The Foreigner]
My stylos mad rough like a Brillo pad
Enough sk**s *Spanish word*
Real smooth like *Spanish*
I be the underrated who created the marinated
But? some hate because they wish they could relate it
But um, who's the el niche in charge over here
n***as disappear when we play what they hear
Yeah, astonishing, because we vanishing
Now we finishing even without the Spanish in
And when its in, just like medicine, it will cure
Because I'm managing to keep it pure
Indian, rack it up the count of four: one, two, three, four
[Little Indian]
Devastation, Indians coming down new creation in the station
You hear my jam pump throughout the nation
Ventilation, it's coming through my nose
Straight through your toes
Say your mind blows
Spark your brain and then watch it as it goes
Flows to another level burn the devil
I'm the rebel with the shovel god is by my side
So peep the treble
Let me take a break and then I celebrate
Escalate smoke my weed the best I'mma graduate great
I feel the vibe it's live in my session, here's a lesson
Indians bucking down like Smith and Weston
I'm the step-son
My blood is born in hard and cause an erection
Intersection, I'm living large sitting in a mansion
[Chorus: Little Indian]
One little Indian smoking in a tree
R-I-P-P-I-N-G