Can ya can ya
Bounce wit me bounce wit me
yo
Can I get up in the morning
Without you rolling my dough
And even worse if I was broke would you still want me?
If I couldn't get you finer things like sprinkles, frosting
And them red hots -- could we still trot?
If you couldn't eat the fun toppings off the heads of my friends,
Would you smile then? If I wasn't risin'?
If I wasn't a eight fingah ninja of the flava ginja
Would you come around me or would you clown me?
If I didn't taste so delicious would ya
Put your two gifts near my wood on Christmas could ya
See yourself with a ginja workin' hard, try to stay alive,
Don't want your love if I can't survive, or
Are you gonna bite me? Dunk my feet in milk just to spite me?
Brag to your friends 'bout my recipe?
If you couldn't see yourself with a ginger when his dough says no,
Baby girl then you're a ho...ho ho!
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