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Unda Da Trees
487
Hip-Hop/Rap
Unda Da Trees was released on October 29, 1996 by Rhino Atlantic as a part of the album A.K.A Sugarwolf
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Release DateOctober 29, 1996
LabelRhino Atlantic
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dubee
Dubee
Rap
Khayrhee
Khayrhee
Performer
DJ Rell
DJ Rell
Scratches
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Khayrhee
Khayrhee
Songwriter
M. Norton
M. Norton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Khayrhee
Khayrhee
Producer

Lyrics

**** now how you gon' fuck with a player like me
Smokin' Doja weed, keyed with the heat
Microwave, tryna make a bitch slay
And on the microphone, I leave a trick in a daze
So peep is your boy, spit that shit like this
Keep the studio tacked off Doja, miss
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 man, it's just that game, spit up on that highest level
Up in the ghetto, where **** strap scrap metal
Fuckin' black fellows, if they come faulty
We'll cover up in your blood, sucker, back up off me
I'm fuckin' with the thugs, servin' thugs what they mugs don't mean
Up on the avenue, up under the trees
So when you see me on the A.D.E
Fuckin' with them March 3 cliques, servin' cream meat
It's just that hog shit all up in my veins
Tryna feed these fools brain decay
So when you see me on the A.D.E
Fuckin' with them March 3 cliques, servin' cream meat
It's just that hog shit all up in my veins
Tryna feed these fools brain with game
Now up under the trees, you see G's, plenty
Some older than 30, and some younger than 20
But best believe me, I won't deceive thee
When I say these **** blowin' brains up off beanies
And the cream be poppin' daily, so maybe
That baby white girl can get the Chevy dipped with a pearl
Coke white seats with the brunettes blown
And if the track keep me fat, I'll put them thangs on
415s with the Zapco
And these bitches steady runnin' with the Stratfo
We need metal for those jealous fellows
You set trip, we empty the clip up out them my photos
Case closed, you already know we throw elbows
Bogart and Velbro left 50 shells on the pavement
Left them see-through like cheese
Fuckin' with them G's up under the trees
So when you see me on the A.D.E
Fuckin' with them Mark Street cliques, servin' creamy
It's just that hog shit all up in my veins
Tryin' to feed you fools brain with game
So when you see me on the A.D.E
Fuckin' with them Mark Street cliques, servin' creamy
It's just that hog shit all up in my veins
Tryin' to feed you fools brain with game
I be up under the trees on the M.A.R.K
And soon as the dark hit, sick **** start shit
All up in this ghetto where it's crazy place
Where motherfuckers blast at a crazy face
But that's the way it goes, I eat the rules of the game
Food, try me and watch die, lose, die
Tick to the street or the pavement
With cur up in your blood, fool, the chopper couldn't save ya
That G behavior keep a **** on his B's and Q's
I fuck with hogs and dogs, check the fleas and fools
****, I'm on up on my foot, a fatty fuck a brit natty
Breakin' them down in the town, mobbin' Chevy's
Bodeak full of mob ****, sharp ****
Open up the brain, get up out the top, ****
I fuck with thugs with they mugs on me
And up on the avenue, up under the trees
So when you see me on the A.D.E
Fuckin' with the M.A.R.K. street cliques, servin' creamy
It's just that hog shit all up in my veins
Tryin' to feed you fools brain with game
So when you see me on the A.D.E
Fuckin' with the M.A.R.K. street cliques, servin' creamy
It's just that hog shit all up in my veins
Tryin' to feed you fools brain with game
Written by: Khayrhee, M. Norton
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