On A Mission

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Litefoot] Now its about 5 in the mornin' And I can hear the birds outside crowin' Then I heard somebody at the front door Claiming they was Crazy Horse and Geronimo They said they got the khak suits creased down With the ragtop 64 to the ground I said "wassup," they said, "Wassup Litefoot, homie?" Swear to God them fools knew everything about me Then I got to thinkin' 'cause the shit that was going on in mind started sinkin' I think they came back from the dead I turned around and saw my body that was still in bed Then I really started trippin' They said, "Relax homeboy, we goin' on a mission So hurry up and get ya gat and while you at it, two black hoodies with some ski masks" [Chorus] Rollin through the hood in a 64, dippin' One little, two little, three crazy Indians Creepin' through the hood in a ragtop on a mission One little, two little, three crazy Indians Rollin through the hood in a 64, dippin' One little, two little, three crazy Indians Creepin' through the hood in a ragtop on a mission One little, two little, three crazy Indians [Verse 2: Litefoot] Rollin through the hood wit my heroes But the speedometer reads zero And at the same time we comin' through And I can see the golden eagle through the rearview Geronimo told me that I was chosen And that I would lead a way for the children Spread the words with the music then Crazy Horse Said, "It's a gift, son, use it" Schoolin' me about them old days Way before there was pimped out Chevrolets How they would fight for their life, fight for they people And kill the paleface that was evil No you gotta take a stand And the day that you do is the day that you become a man Make a name for yourself in this lifetime And that's when you find a true peace of mind [Chorus] Rollin through the hood in a 64, dippin' One little, two little, three crazy Indians Creepin' through the hood in a ragtop on a mission One little, two little, three crazy Indians Rollin through the hood in a 64, dippin' One little, two little, three crazy Indians Creepin' through the hood in a ragtop on a mission One little, two little, three crazy Indians [Verse 3: Litefoot & Kid Frost] Then the 64 turned into a caddy Now I gotta get that big daddy He said Frost got the remedy poppin' And with you and him there ain't no stoppin' Then we hit the crossroad the other way, bust a U Now we was in LA on the east side of town And when I looked around me Everything was brown except for the blue khaks and the white t-shirts creased Then I felt peace, he said "Wassup loco, now you in the casa And just like me foo, do it for your raza And walk with the spirits in your soul Just like Crazy Horse and Geronimo" Next thing I knew, I was in my room and the clock read 10:52 Damn [Chorus] Rollin through the hood in a 64, dippin' One little, two little, three crazy Indians Creepin' through the hood in a ragtop, we on a mission One little, two little, three crazy Indians Rollin through the hood in a 64, dippin' One little, two little, three crazy Indians Creepin' through the hood in a ragtop on a mission One little, two little, three crazy Indians