Baby Bash - Trees lyrics

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Let's take it to Miami, daddy, out to Miami

Let's take it out to Georgie, sugar, Atlanta, Georgia

Let's take it out to Cali, daddy, to California

Let's take it New York and meet a gang of New Yorkers

Cause I love 'em all

In and out of the mall

In and out of some cars, that I, just barely bought

What, ever it be

Cash or currency

Mami can take picture, I promise to say "Trees!" (Trees!)

Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun

Let's take it down to Texas, where they be gettin' wreckless

Dirty dirt

Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun

Let's take it to Chicago, back, to Colorado

Here we go

Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun

Let's take it overseas to France and Germany

On the radio

Dun, guh-dun-guh-dun-gun, dun

Sugar, it's on me, forget what the cost be

Shake ya thang, now

Ain't nothin' wrong with a little bit of lightweight thang

They want me to sound my name (WHO BE US!)

Autograph

V-Town, all the phat

Take a picture with ya phone number, not attached

Off to Sweden, I was leavin' them with horn attacks

Somebody gets to clownin' and we all of that

This muh'fucker got jokes

On the way

To the show

With my folks

Na-da-da-da-da

From the Bay, to L.A., down to Monte Ray

Tejas, where the trill players don't play

To all you Unsigned Hype, without a limelight

Here's a sneak peak

For your ass when the time's right

Damn, diggy-diggy, damn, damn

Mami over there's off that chingy-chang, chang

Where you from

Cali, they do the damn thang

I'm a take ya to Texas

Where they slow it down, mayne

Forget crackin', screw and chop it, to make a profit

Miami, Atlanta, the land of the Choppers

Where they used to pump bass to keep the fiends crunk

Now we get crunk when the bass pump (What?)

They ain't ready for what's about to happen

?? put it down with Dominicans in Manhattan

Dite, que venga

I got the Latins on lock

From Puerto Rico to Cuba, this is somethin' they can't stop (Como!)