Lyrics The Sugarhill Gang

The Sugarhill Gang

Apache

Ho! Ho! Ho!

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

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

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 want to 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

Heyo Silver, is what I say!

Ho! Ho!!

Hit it gang!

Ho! Ho! Ho!

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 want to boogie again

And you can put me to the test at your request

I rock you out of your moccasin

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

Aowowowowowowowowowowowo

A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga