"Apache" as written by Rick Rubin, Adam Keefe Horovitz and Adam Nathaniel Yauch....
Ho, ho, ho!

Tonto, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Kemosabe, 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, woo-woo-woo-woo!
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga

I'm Big Bank, I am the chief
I got a lot of raps but I'll be brief
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, woo-woo-woo-woo!

Woo-woo-woo-woo!

Tonto, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Apache, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it, woo-woo-woo-woo!
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga

Like Kemosabe, of course it's me
I'm better known as the Master G
A fine little squaw, sense 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 teepee
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
Hi-o Silver, is what I say

Ho, ho!
Woo-woo-woo-woo!
Hit it gang!
Ho, ho, ho!

Tonto, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Apache, jump on it, jump on it, woo-woo-woo-woo!
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga

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
Kemosabe 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 bop and 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!"

Woo-woo-woo-woo!, a-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga


Lyrics submitted by pringdogg

"Apache" as written by Brent Smith Brad Stewart

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

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    General Commenta couple of guys just trying to have fun!!
    pringdoggon June 14, 2002   Link
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    General CommentThis song is the best song. Ever. How could you not jump on it when they tell you to?? This song just makes you shake your ass.
    redhedrockeron September 15, 2005   Link
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    General Commentlmao how can u not dance ur butt off 2 this song??? classic...
    electric limeon December 13, 2006   Link
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    General Commentwhen i first heard this song i was like... 'wow'
    mainly because the line 'custer, jump on it' sounds sooooo much like 'cuzner, jump on it', cuzner being my surname.
    now i know its custer... but i still feel special when i hear it :)
    Avatar-rockon March 11, 2007   Link
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    General CommentThe first time I heard this song was on that hilarious Fresh Prince episode. Now when I hear it, I do the dance (in my head if surrounded by others, in a chair if alone)
    classicsfanon April 04, 2009   Link
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    General CommentMove over Macarena, this is now the song that everybody knows the moves to at parties :D
    Catchy, and the dance is really easy and everyone always ends up in fits of laughter. Especially if alcohol has been consumed prior to the dancing :P
    Kiwi17on June 28, 2009   Link

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