paroles de chanson Unda Da Trees - Dubee

Nigga 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 nigga, 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 nigga on his B's and Q's
I fuck with hogs and dogs, check the fleas and fools
Nigga, 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 niggas, sharp niggas
Open up the brain, get up out the top, niggas
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