the drug That you are You are like a ghost With crazy hands and mouth A necklace made of eyeballs You are just a Bad Indian Bad Indian, Bad Indian, Bad Indian
Tulkojums: Gun Club. Bad Indijas.
know the one that's built up On that great big ol' bridge across the Will Rogers Turnpike Took the Big Cabin exit, stopped and bought a cartons of cigarettes At that Indian
With a bottle of haze, my weave is so tight I'm ready for some action, hands in the air Crystal over here in the club no beer Stuntin' bad girl, I do
Out to rob me, don't mess with a loaded gun (Whoa) Y'all niggas trying ta have some fun She only love me I throw five thousand ones, up See that's bad
