This is a song about "Indian hill boys"

You can't forget run d.m.c., the beastie boys,

Simply out of this world by choice

Another dead woman,another bad boys

I guess i can't blame you, you made your choice

I wanna chill on sugar hill baby

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Ill fuckin eat ya live, u an indian, im the cupboard

This a different motor man better go to work

Including fox hill and 27th street

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

All my west indian niggas got me speaking creole

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Like a snow ball running down a hill

Wait barbies arnt for boys,

Loud shit, weird noise