Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Sugarhill Gang
The Sugarhill Gang
Performer
Michael Wright
Michael Wright
Rap
Guy "Master Gee" O'Brien
Guy "Master Gee" O'Brien
Rap
Henry "Big Bark Hank" Jackson
Henry "Big Bark Hank" Jackson
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cheryl Cook
Cheryl Cook
Songwriter
Jiggs Chase
Jiggs Chase
Songwriter
Michael Wright
Michael Wright
Songwriter
Sylvia Robinson
Sylvia Robinson
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ho, ho, ho!
[Verse 2]
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 it, jump it
Apache, jump on it, jump on it, woo
Ahunga, ahunga, ahunga, ahunga
[Verse 3]
I'm Big Bank, I am the chief
I got a lot of raps but I'll be brief
I 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
[Verse 4]
Tonto, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Apache, jump on it, jump on it, woo
Ahunga, ahunga, ahunga, ahunga
[Verse 5]
Like Kemosabe, of course it's me
I'm better known as the Master G
A fine little squaw, sense the danger
When it's stung by the rapping ranger
Had a little talk with my medicine man
He said, get them squaws, as fast as you can
To all you girls that wanna join my tribe
Just move to my rhythm and feel my vibe
Put up a fuss, in the end, you'll agree
But when you come inside  my teepee
As I said before, you can 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 run away
Hi-o Silver is what I say
[Verse 6]
Ho, ho!
Woo
Hit it, gang
Ho, ho, ho!
[Verse 7]
Tonto, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Apache, jump on it, jump on it, woo
Ahunga, ahunga, ahunga, ahunga
[Verse 8]
A pow-wow, just rock it out
Finger popping till the break of dawn
Keep it rocking like the stuff that we call maize
(What's that?) Hot buttered popcorn
You just hippa-hoppa-dibba-boppa bang the boogie
Woogie, betcha wanna 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 happening
His head began to bop and foot start to clapping
Go slam, dunk, do the jerk
And with the mic is how my smoke signals work
They were jamming off a record that said it best
Now what you hear is not a test
[Verse 9]
Woo
Ahunga, ahunga, ahunga, ahunga
Ahunga, ahunga, ahunga, ahunga
Written by: Cheryl Cook, Jiggs Chase, Michael Wright, Sylvia Robinson
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