Lyrics:
And that sometime I, the I, I am
No longer will be the I, I am
When the child was a child
It gagged on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding
And on steamed
and Sting ina combination
Wake up to sunshine in di morning
What a beautiful feeling
Me hear the birds them singing
Way up ina the tree limb
Me get
tree smile, Mame,
Your skin is Dixie satin,
There's rebel in your manner and your speech,
You may be from Manhattan,
But Georgia never had a sweeter
proud of this girl
But when the sharks come see how the fish curl
This is my Game, you gon' need a referral
I know more about tree than squirrel
Me no
and Sting ina combination
Wake up to sunshine in di morning
What a beautiful feeling
Me hear the birds them singing
Way up ina the tree limb
Me get
Squash them pea, plenty lion and many bison, huh
Seen some, seen one, but it's not many like 'em
When I fry or when I die, bury me with many mics, yeah
proud of this girl
But when the sharks come see how the fish curl
This is my Game, you gon' need a referral
I know more about tree than squirrel
Me no
Goodbye squirrel
With black-eyed peas,
You're gonna taste good to me
Squirrel
It's you or me,
Come on out of that tree
Squirrel
Hey guess what,
You've eaten
To buy Miss Mouse a wedding gown.
Say, where will the wedding supper be?
Just down by the river in a hollow tree.
Say, what will the wedding supper be?
Just threw a bell on the scale of the tree
I don't know make 'em two hundred every pea
Without rap I could double on a D
Shitt, make it snow in
and jack 'em (jack 'em)
Call the coroner to come out and wrap 'em
Put him under the tree, so every one of ya can see
That ain't no fuckin' with the Bun
and she want my tree
Niggas act like bitches tryna make a scene
I'm tryna make a scene while I make her cream
Chillin with the scammers tryna make some
lil sweet pea?
Minding my black own business
Now all of them want a peace treaty
If I pull a Rih Rih
And she a peach tree
Then I might move down
is on key
Probably in the middle of the map
Ridin round blowing on tree
I been on the go getting to it she ain't heard from me in a week
Just touched
the weepin' willow tree smile, Mame,
Your skin is Dixie satin,
There's rebel in your manner and your speech,
You may be from Manhattan,
But Georgia never
and we come like dis
This the start of somethin' big
Methink I knows ya gonna dig it
It's time to plant the seed
Hip-Hop's the tree and I'ma fig
time alone with you
Now throw a log on the fire
Then we could trim the tree
How much fun it would be
To take a walk in the snow
As you're holding
Christmas time alone with you
Now throw a log on the fire
Then we could trim the tree
How much fun it would be
To take a walk in the snow
As you're
big ol' tree that try to eat everyone except The Cheat and Me
(Strong Mad: and me!)
(Strong Bad: we'll see)
and The King of Town would be underground
weeeeeeeeeell the poopsmith he could talk (hello)
and marzipan would rock
and the stick would be this big ol' tree that would try to eat everyone but
of these off and I got back up
Used to sell tree I was in a rush
Used to hide tree that was in the bush
Head full of peas used to need a brush
Grabbed
bet
Like Dracula without his fangs
Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang
Like collard greens that don't taste good
Like a tree
and a toast to the farmers
Who planting the greens, bok choi, & cassava
Rice 'n' peas, yellow yam, and banana
kush round me head like a black bandanna
When
bet
Like Dracula without his fangs
Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang
Like collard greens that don't taste good
Like a tree
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