Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blow Treez, artist - Redman. Album song Red Gone Wild, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2006
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Blow Treez |
| «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) |