Does it come in right here? [Verse 1] Hello, I'm an Indian, it's really nice to meet y'all Hau! Ooga, Ooga! Now should I do a war call I know what your wondering, where's my headdress Well I forgot in my tee-pee with the scalps and fried bread It's right next to my knife and my bloody tomahawk And a picture of my dad's hockey team the Chicago Blackhawks I was really in a hurry cause my horse, it ain't that fast I don't have a car, I'm just your basic blanket a** Plus with no cash, it's kinda hard to buy that gas You know, we are all poor, sleep naked on the gra** I didn't finish school, man it was just way too hard Plus I can get though life with just my Indian card It let's me know how much of an Indian I am And who decides that? Quit playing, man. That's uncle Sam Sam & his crew take really good care of my fam They only k**ed half my tribe & stole our land [Hook] Stereotipik, what you know about me Stereotipik, absent from history Stereotipik, don't pretend to know – Yo America ya lettin' ya ignorance show Stereotipik, Hollywood stereotyped me Stereotipik, mascots don't honor me Stereotipik, y'all reap what you sow – Yo America raise up we lettin' ya know [Verse 2] Oh, hey there, I'm back now Where did I leave off Something about my tribe Hmmm… forgot Must of not been that important since I forgot so easily Oh look, the Washington Redskins are playing on TV Their my favorite out of all these Indian teams Cause of that crazy black guy who dresses up to honor me The Seminoles look cool, but the Chief's fight anywhere Chicago's got the Illini, what's an Illini? Makes me so proud to see these teams named after me See my people's struggle honored with rivalries A mascot I can wear and you can grow up to be A brave with braids, a new native identity Chief Yahoo underwear, a culture we can all share So paint ya face up till the other teams get scared It's a beautiful thing, recreational genocide, America's multi-cultural Native America pride [Hook] [Verse 3] Oh, Hau! Ooga, Ooga! Now hunting story begin I tracking a bear all day and found him up in his den I fought him with my hands, I punched & I kicked Then I k**ed him with my blow from my mighty war stick I skinned him on the spot and I drink his blood Like dances with wolves, man That stuff is good Then I wandered in the woods for a couple of days Praying to the trees, chanting like I was in a daze I laid down & had a vision right there in my sleep Dreamed I was a Cherokee and everybody wanted to be like me Jumped up, grabbed an arrow, shot a bird out of the sky You know, me good hunter, I got him right in the eye Saw a deer took off, I ran him down with my knife Talked to him for awhile then he vanished from sight And thru the whole hunt a white guy played the flute That was strange to me, because he was pretty good [Hook]