Wattz - Blow Treez lyrics

"This should be played at high volume Preferably in a residential area" Gilla House n***as! (Reggea adlib) [Hook] "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 [Verse 1: Redman] 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 sh** I'd rather get caught with my gun then get caught without it It's Gilla House n***a, 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! [Hook] [Verse 2: Ready Roc] '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 n***a ordered a whole ki' "n***a 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 sh** 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? [Hook] [Verse 3: Method Man] 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 f** everybody that knew ya My dogs are Eukanuba They Bark and they bite I Darken your life Muthaf**as 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 n***as stay on the block/ Slingin' them rocks/ until the cops indict Ya heard [Hook] (Reggae adlib)