Lyrics:
the double tree
Rap star at the bar pour bottles of bubbly
We MCs rocking box like Run-DMC
Spread love with my peeps and my family
S-T double E,
the double tree
Rap star at the bar pour bottles of bubbly
We MCs rocking box like Run-DMC
Spread love with my peeps and my family
S-T double E,
seas
All the friends that sing to me
Thats all i have to be
Free just like a bird fly in a tree
A tree fall a call is said for me
Now what's I going
hunting my prey
I'm lighting my tree
And I'm smoking it good
See I hit Jamaica and they wish they could
Got a lot of things that I wished and I should
kong
Come fuck Mr. Clean, I need a dutty one
Fuck inna di water, fuck inna di sea
Be a Tarzan, cocky and fuck inna di tree
If yuh fuck pon di bed,
for me
But what makes me irie
Is if I could get a little piece of tree
And build
One good spliff
Me and my little brothers
We take a ride
Gonna
proceed, hoe, I'll die for mine, I'm ready to catch a caper,
Most my niggas either on parole or some kinda paper,
Fakers out here, mane, they hate.. Real
from Jamaica
She sipping Cris' straight up, skanking, whining her waist up
Scene two, my fam throwing a jam
Fareed is on the stand, big things is in
from Jamaica
She sipping Cris' straight up, skanking, whining her waist up
Scene two, my fam throwing a jam
Fareed is on the stand, big things is in
But what makes me irie
Is if I could get a little piece of tree
And build
One good spliff
Me and my little brothers
We take a ride
Gonna teach them
All
some lines to build your heart
I'm gon' hit this weed
I procede, hoe, I'll die for mine
I'm ready to catch a caper
Most my niggas either on parole
tailor he put love in the stitches, soul in the taper
He garnish his filet with the monogram capers
Evacuate the socket, spend a weekend at The Breakers
Ima mayhem murderer,
A heart pacemaker,
Can’t say I’ve heard of ya,
Tell me the caper,
Im with the movers & the shakers,
You’re with the losers
Geordie, are you from Jamaica, ee?
Here comes Geordie in his private plane
Got to save the planet once again
Good old Geordie, righteous as can be
Chop
suped-up
Jamaica Ave, Nas, cherry drop, couped up
Still hittin' clubs, grimy niggas occasionally shoot up
Bang-bang, pow-pow, the snorters still toot up
the double tree
Rap star at the bar pour bottles of bubbly
We MCs rocking box like Run-DMC
Spread love with my peeps and my family
S-T double E,
Intro:
Give thanks Jamaica! Bare vibez ina di place Eventhough tings so ruff you keep dat smile deh pon yuh face Now this likkle tune‘s about
the girl I love is
Somewhere out at
Sea
Well, my best friend just got
Stranded in Jamaica, and
My kids are away at
School in Tennessee
I'm like
a pound of midget
I looked at him
Went and laughed
And I told him
Stop fucking with me
Go to Jamaica ave and
Go shopping with all my bitches
And All I needs
it all so share some information with me
I just wanna be great Create something stable for me
And my family tree Each branch of my family tree
Fruits
You're my vibration we high from Jamaica
Huh we blow lala high rejuvenation
Huh plus my jewelry's amazing I got you baby
Your love e never die
Your love
Still
Keep it still yuhhh
It's up to me
It's up to me
Keep it still yuhhh
If it was up to me
Nobody would leave the family tree
I press me a key
to Jamaica, or the Himalayas
You can be Tarzan and I'll be Jane
We'll swing along from tree to tree, my friend
Or we can pretend to be shipwrecked at sea
blood stain pon your boots
Yuh a bad tree with bad roots, so bad seeds make dead fruits, yeah
Redeem yourself, never deny yourself
You a go mash up
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