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Unda Da Trees

514Hip-Hop/Rap1996

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Unda Da Trees è stato pubblicato il 29 ottobre 1996 da Rhino Atlantic come parte dell'album A.K.A Sugarwolf

AlbumA.K.A Sugarwolf

Released29 ottobre 1996

EtichettaRhino Atlantic

LinguaEnglish

BPM82

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Testi

**** now how you gon fuck wit a playa like me

Smokin' doja weed, keyed wit the Hen

Mic away, tryna make a bitch slave

And on the microphone I leave a trick in a daze

So peep as your boy spit the shit like this

Keep the studio tacked off doja mist

And spit a dose of this P-I-M-P-I-N-G

Hundred percent hog shit for my cuddies and freaks

So **** peep game, let me get up in your brain

And lay some of you fools on how these soldiers maintain

And mayne it's just that game spit up on that highest level

Up in the ghetto, burning **** strap, scrap metal

Bucking blade fellows if they come faulty with curve up in your blood

Sucka back up off me, I'm fucking with the thugs

Serving dubs with they mugs on mean

Up on the avenue, up under the trees

So when you see me on the A-V-E

Fucking with them Mark street click, serving creamy

It's just that hog shit, all up in my veins

Tryna feed you fools brain with game

So when you see me on the A-V-E

Fucking with them Mark street click, serving creamy

It's just that hog shit, all up in my veins

Tryna feed you fools brain with game

Now up under the trees you see G's plenty

Some older than thirty and some younger than twenty

But best believe mem I won't deceive thee

When I say these **** blowin' brains up out beanies

And the cream be poppin' daily

So maybe that baby white girl can get the Chevy dipped with her pearl

Coke white seats with their brand names blown

And if the track keep me fed I put them thangs on

415 with the zap code

And these bitches steady wonder what the strap for

We keep metal for those jealous fellows

You set trip, we empty the clip up on they mob fo dos

Case closed, you already know we throw elbows

Boguarding bail broke, left fifty shells on

The pavement, left you see through like cheese

Fuckin wit the G's up under the trees

So when you see me on the A-V-E

Fucking with them Mark street click, serving creamy

It's just that hog shit, all up in my veins

Tryna feed you fools brain with game

So when you see me on the A-V-E

Fucking with them Mark street click, serving creamy

It's just that hog shit, all up in my veins

Tryna feed you fools brain with game

I be up under the trees on the M-A-R-K

As soon as the dark hit, sick **** start shit

All up in this ghetto, world this crazy place

Where motherfuckers blast at a crazy face

But that's the way it goes, I eat the rules of the game

Fool, try me and watch thy lose thy teeth to the street or the pavement

With currup in your blood fool, the choppa couldn't save you

That true behavior, keep a **** on his P's and Q's

I fuck with hogs and dogs, check the fleas and fools ****

I'm all about my foot a fetti, fuck a brid natty

Breakin' em down in the town, mobbin' Chevys

Fo deep full of mob ****, sharp ****

Open up your brains, get up out the top ****

I fuck with thugs with they mugs on mean

Up on the avenue up under the trees

So when you see me on the A-V-E

Fucking with them march street click, serving creamy

It's just that hog shit, all up in my veins

Tryna feed you fools brain with game

So when you see me on the A-V-E

Fucking with them march street click, serving creamy

It's just that hog shit, all up in my veins

Tryna feed you fools brain with game

Written by: Khayrhee, M. Norton

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