Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trees, artist - Baby Bash. Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trees |
| Chorus: Baby Bash & Angel Dust |
| 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!) |
| Hook: Baby Bash & Angel Dust |
| 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 |
| Repeat Chorus & Hook |
| 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!) |
| Repeat Chorus & Hook |