Trees Lyrics - Super Saucy - Baby Bash

[Chorus] 

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 [laughing] 

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 

[Chorus] 

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!)