Blow Treez - Redman, Ready Roc, Method Man

«This should be played at high volume

Preferably in a residential area»

Gilla House niggas!

(Reggea adlib)

«Want you to know, ya»

'Round here we blow treez

'Round here we blow treez

'Round here we blow treez

«Can you understand?»

'Round here we blow treez

'Round here we blow treez

'Round here we blow treez

Hey yo move out, roll in Haters out, hoes in Walk in the club, low brim

Hanging out like clothes pins

I hustle flow/ do my show/ attract women

Keep that heat and the John Lennon

Boy you won’t catch me arguin'

Brick City, that’s right!

Hood down, hands up!

Red «Lord of the Ring"(clean?), lookin’for that Precious

I’m talking weed and women, when the trouble come I’m 'bout it Shit I’d rather get caught with my gun then get caught without it It’s Gilla House nigga, you know we here to smoke

DJ keep it Kool, Reggie let me UH-HAH clear my throat

When I’m in yo’town man', you better act a fool

Turn your college dorm to Rodney Dangerfield- Back to School!

'Round here we blow treez (blow treez)

'Til our nose bleed

Started with a quarter then slowly smoked up a O-Z

Ready keep it raw like a nigga ordered a whole ki'

«Nigga let me hit ya blunt"Nah, you don’t know me Gilla! Gilla House and Gotti click

Bang like karate flicks

Duck when the shotty spit

Or land in a pile of shit

Known to make you cowards bleed

Smokin’on that Sour Dies'

That cali weed’s

So funky we call it cottage cheese

I’m in the powered V-12

Look at all these females

Jockin’me cuz of all the records that we sell

Got them pounds for retail

Hit me on my email

And drop bombs dot com, yo who need L’s?

Yo, yo my bud’ll do ya Method Man constant drug abuser

Occasional boozer

And I’m slick as Rick the Ruler

I piss in the sewer

Underground man, I spits manure

Plus make maneuvers

With Doc/ That sixteen shot/ Ruger

Is back on your block/ blastin’a shot/ like screw ya Fuck everybody that knew ya My dogs are Oogka-Dupa

They Bark and they bite

I Darken your life

Muthafuckas slippin’like wearing Gators Walking on ice

This is New Edition, I’m Hot Tonite

I spit it right/ ya Gots to like

Tell Sean Paul I Gots a light

One in the head, Stop ya life

Huh, my niggas stay on the block/

Slingin’them rocks/ until the Cops (indict?)

Ya heard

(Reggae adlib)