From the depths of the pond back to the top
ice froggy frog jumpin and I got the drop
git so low in the grass, tadpoles will sing
long reach to the spot where my tongue will fling

Hippin and hoppin hoppin and hippin but don t your sleep,
nine four-zay s the ye zear for me to buck up the sheets
and I ain t holdin nothin back and
I m bout to yank nine from my gunny sack

It s like that and as a matter of fact, (fling your tongue fast)
cause I never hesitate to give a dragonfly a smack.

Yeah, so jump through the sands a bit,
you see that it s a must we hop logs n sit
What s my name fool?
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Ice froggy frog. Ice froggy frog.

It s the frog to the log, hippin and hoppin.
Ribbit in all an ice froggy frog in the middle of the pond.
Like every day, amphibian slippin in all the way, like I said
none of ya ll can hip to this and none of ya ll can hop to that
flies that I drop and you know I don t
stop, mister 187 on a CB 4 plot.

Hip hop, not wit a glock just some rocks and a shock
ever call me kermit and you'll feel that blood loss.
and I spring through the bog and I bounce through the fog
cause I m ice froggy froggy froggy frog!!!
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Croak croak croak ribbit croak ribbit croak Croak croak croak ribbit croak ribbit croak

Now just flick your tongue way up in the air and lap it
all around like it all around till you taste that tail
yeah, roll up the plank and walk the length, you in the drank
why? Cause froggy s on the bank

My croaker sacks all swoll
my skins is mean green and now I m on a roll, so flow
With the frog pond right behind me and up in your toad is
where you might find me slingin and swingin that swamp thing

She wants the frog with the croaker sack, so jump back
polly gets what polly-wogs, the frog with the biggest log
What s my name fool?
Chorus
Croak croak croak ribbit croak ribbit croak Croak croak croak ribbit croak ribbit croak