Blow Treez Songtext / Lyric

"This should be played at high volume

Preferably in a residential area"

Gilla House niggas!



"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