Lyrics:
They say the wrong shit, they head just might end upside of a tree
Clear my thoughts just a little, pass me a cup of tea
Taking different constant
and hold
A precious gem is what you are your mommy's bright and shining star
You're the spirit of Christmas my star on the tree
You're the Raster bunny
first show in front of ten thousand out at Snow Jam
No man, old man, take a look at my life
Carve my name in the tree with my own pocket knife
Yeah
What shall we give to the babe in the manger,
What shall we offer the child in the stall?
Incense and spices and gold we've a-plenty-
Are these
Bear climbing up that honey tree bear getting down on a honey tree
Bear digging that honey tree sweetest bear around
Dog crunching on a chicken
a rock and flow, because me hold me position
Just a hold me position
Special request to 39 acker tree, frontline, everyman on kime
Ub40 say come
to make the rhythm
Just a rock and flow because me hold me position
Just a hold me position
Special request to 39 acker tree front line everyman
catch a body, nigga, you gon' die
I know that you scared, I can see you eyes
(Bah, bah-bah-bah)
Fuck nigga
PCB with the spice
I'm a big ol' Z, I'm
In Santa's bag there's lots of toys for little girls and little boys
Sugar and spice and everything nice Christmas day in the morning
In Santa's
It's a light emitting diode
It's a long nail story
It's a dead hand tree
Best friends forever
Every day carry
It's bad luck
For the tree after
you came from?
Neck and wrist laced up, very little make-up
The Schwinns at the Reebok gym tone your frame up
Is sugar and spice the only thing that
tree tops
Eavesdrop, and hear the incline of sunshine, nine
Stones in orbit, refuse to forfeit
They all form a cipher, and they came to absorb it
I
you came from?
Neck and wrist laced up, very little make-up
The Schwinns at the Reebok gym tone your frame up
Is sugar and spice the only thing that
and spice, like a Powerpuff
Shoot a nigga like a catapult
You tell me you broke; I don't give a fuck
I fuck her one time and I'm sick of her
Perform
don't you sniff around for something fluffy and light
We need a man who brings a man-size appetite
I'll use a pinch of sugar and a dash of spice
I'll
The first is a freak with a masochistic streak
And the second is a kitten up a tree
The third is a flirt with an awful print skirt
And the fourth is
bout having a money tree
For peace
I pour my soul in every line
Pour my soul in every line
Telling bout hard times
Sometimes it don't matter how hard I
on your tree
But all it ever did was make me feel guilty
Oh I don't care if you bake it or you spice it
You slice it or you dice it
I don't care about
Yeah
Good tree in my lung, when I hit I go
Back with the funk, mama can’t let go
Tud ta pensa na bo
Mim ka meste negoçio
Tud ta mexé na bo
Mim ca
my ass
I'm trying to be something
Wood with the wax
Can't see nothing
Got a thick lil freak
Like a tree trunk
She mad she can't see me
John cena
Beat
ride my ahh
But I don't got a ahh, so I tell them, "Deal with it"
I Peter Piper picked a plain pepper and gave it spice
Paprika, eureka, I see ya
[Chorus 8X]
Roll 'em up, roll up the hooty mac, rollem up
Roll 'em up, roll 'em up, roll 'em up..
[Verse 1]
I need some herbs and spices
So I can
shot still jamaican vibez deh pon top
Verse 1:
Wake up inna Kingston, Charlemont Avenue mi a sing from di jelly tree ina mi yard inspire mi fi sing songs
Christmas aint the same without you, Mama
Even though there's presents underneath the tree
Lots of smiling faces everywhere
I'd be smiling too but
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