Lyrics:
Hey look its me
Squirrel underneath the sea
Me and SpongeBob practicing some karate
I got the green gloves and you know he got the red
Watch me as I
Don't fuck with Yung
In his hood
Little people big world
Little steeple big squirrel
Hey folks, Yung thick boi here
Hey artichokes Yung bock choy here
piercing
cute eyes black skin fat ass
so thick
girl with a cute smile
lemme see you wink
i feel the vibe
when you stare into the screen
kinda feel like
Oh yaay
Yeah
Now da wind and da water
Say it wanna be free
Da Black Suns and da Dawtaz
Say they wanna be free
You can be off in tha streets
But ya
Leave me the fuck alone
I'm just riding with my dogs
We just tryna catch a bone
Just a squirrel, in this world
Tryna bust a fuckin' nut
F-C-U and fuck
shit
Live from the New York borough, keeping it thorough
Bunch of snakes in the grass, stay creepin' like squirrels
Cuz a snitch gon' crack that nut,
A squirrel in the tree is he watching me
Does he give a damn?
Does he care who I am?
I'm just a man, is that all I am
Are my manners
A squirrel in the tree is he watching me
Does he give a damn?
Does he care who I am?
I'm just a man, is that all I am
Are my manners
my conglomerate
It's Busta Rhymes and I'm back with the
Crack and the thugs and the drugs
A nigga's black, oh, the best to do
It, we only deal with
your heart stops
Then padlock your time box and dropped it in a black marsh
To hell and back is where my mind has been
And once upon a time I had
the bent
With the midnight tint
Huh, heaven sent
[Mista Grimm]
I once met a girl in the valley and
Half black half Italian
Ass like a stalian
Coke
Hey drunkards on the power lines
It’s time to finally get some sleep
You’ve been up too many nights
Chasing squirrels and electric dreams
the heats now let my boyz in
I'm in Indiana talking real spice with the black reaper
Take my lil shooter everywhere he like to wack people
I dropped like
well he goose right now
Chain rocky like the squirrel with the moose right now nigga
Flames on me like a Pyro
Gang with me like I'm Pyru
You ain't gotta
Let's give a big hand to all the fans that waited
Didn't know what you was missing but you still stood patient
Every gorgeous black bombshell that i
Watchin' time fly
As it goes by
And I sit back with a bowl packed
Night sky Black word to Kodak
Living in the moment
Go back to old days and old rules
Of friends he used to know
Of things he's done, he saw, he's felt
All casted in pictures
Black and white
Color
8 x 10
5 x 7
Four inch
Three inch
Panoramic
All
Young girls with that old chest
Now I'm like oh yes, oh yes reflex
We just go squirrel shit
That's nuts, ask us do we give fuck?
No
Body so tight
plots
Government camps, Sharia Law
Invest in gold, squirrel away food
Stockpile guns, hoard your fuel
I stoke the fire in your paranoid core
I
on all my dawgs, I just pray they don't ever change
I done strapped the whole hood up, have caution when you enter
Lil' squirrel you catch a nut over
shit
Live from the New York borough, keeping it thorough
Bunch of snakes in the grass, stay creepin' like squirrels
Cuz a snitch gon' crack that nut,
your heart stops
Then padlock your time box and dropped it in a black marsh
To hell and back is where my mind has been
And once upon a time I had
living room wall
A squirrel and two ducks are hanging in the hall
That hole in my yard is a barbecue pit
A couple times a year we'll throw a hog in it
where they Live
Fill up they tanks and they Right back over the bridge
The ones that rep that city
It's hard to wake up and Breathe
Hard to be black
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