Lyrics:
I'm an Indian outlaw Half Cherokee and Choctaw My baby she's a Chippewa She's one of a kind All my friends call me Bear Claw The village
I'm an Indian outlaw Half Cherokee and Choctaw My baby she's a Chippewa She's one of a kind All my friends call me Bear Claw The Village Cheaftin'
heute noch bekannt. Heya-Hoa-Heya-Indianer - Sioux, Irokesen und die Chippewa. Heya-Hoa-Heya-Indianer - Cherokee, Apachen und die Kiowa.
peace pipe and bury that hatchet Like the Choctaws, Chickasaws, Chattahoochee's, Chippewas do. If you're feeling mad as a wet hen, Mad as you
peace pipe and bury that hatchet Like the Choctaws, Chickasaws, Chattahoochee's, Chippewas do If you're feeling mad as a wet hen, Mad as you can
peace pipe and bury that hatchet Like the Choctaws, Chickasaws, Chattahoochee's, Chippewas do If you're feeling mad as a wet hen, Mad as you can
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies
real hillbillies Brought the Music Mafia And rocked it out And Chippewa's where we go When we're up in Buffalo Don't you know those yankees drink
peace pipe and bury that hatchet Like the Choctaws, Chickasaws, Chattahoochee's, Chippewas do If you're feeling mad as a wet hen, Mad as you can
real hillbillies Brought the Music Mafia And rocked it out And Chippewa's where we go When we're up in Buffalo Don't you know those yankees drink
real hillbillies Brought the Music Mafia And rocked it out And Chippewa's where we go When we're up in Buffalo Don't you know those Yankees drink
peace pipe and bury that hatchet Like the Choctaws, Chickasaws, Chattahoochee's, Chippewas do. If you're feeling mad as a wet hen, Mad as you
(Any last words?) (Berge always flexin') Oh (It's Malik on the track) Chippewa talking, my brother first car two rods, one bar We split that
ain't no ho in me (Fuck you mean ain't no hoe in me?) NBA YoungBoy Thousand shots come behind me In the nawf where you find me On Chippewa bitch I'm
Chippewa where i play Young nigga running 'round I was tryna run the game And i was always reckless nigga I was never tamed Ima ride for my brother I know He
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When
Born in 1800, a Chippewa-Irish daughter Of O'zhawguscodaywiquay and John Jane Johnston knew where she belonged From her first day she heard,
Chocolate Rain! Lemonade Snow Let’s talk about a Chippewa Ho That I know Yeah She more like Puddle Slut But it’s ok She let me do her in the butt Keep on goin
closer So bury me in effigy, but leave a mark so I can see The war that I silenced inside, the ashes that fell from the sky Burning that Chippewa Pine
Oh Mr. Chippewa Where have you gone Oh Mr. Chippewa Where have you gone Should I do that? I wake up Roll over Roll up a big blunt Take a couple
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they called Gitche Gumee The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies
the Chippewa, Iroquois, Omaha Like those Indians i'm an Indian too A Sioux ooh ooh! A Sioux ooh ooh! Just like Rising Moon, Falling Pants Running Nose like those
On the rocky shore below Where the silent water ripples And the whispering cedars blow. Now every raft of lumber That comes down the Chippewa, There's a lonely
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