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E-40
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Tree in the Load
(feat. Choose Up Cheese & Cousin Fik)
[Verse 1]
Keeping the torch lit rub two sticks one hundred one
Like an old school Nolan Ryan pitch who want it who want it
Ain't going take but a minute like a new York moment
The Bay area backwards streets is hard It'll give you the creeps if ain't from it
They'll drawn on their opponent kaboom kaboom
In the night time or the morning, or the afternoon
Hella busy even if the govern called I push ignore
Even tho I got 3 jacks like Pablo Sandoval
You can call me your highness your majesty
Cause I get the highest defy gravity
Trying throw a party in her mouth what you thought what you thought
In the AM/PM bathroom hope I don't get caught
With this It's broccoli I bought from the broccoli man
My partners in though front of my van
It's a rap like a PETA they going take me to rehab
They kiss me and find a ceaser up under the seat there's a heater
A 10 millimeter illegal search and seizure bitch
[Chorus]
Got the old school with the white top gold thangs sittin right on vogue
Made 25 stacks last night hit the mall spend it all on clothes
Gettin rich only took hold up hell nah the popo don't know
In this thang all night aight post it up blow em tree in the load, tree in the load
[Verse 2]
Easy thousand dollars for the kit gang
24-5 for a brick man
Us on the table that's fish skin
Mercedes of the lot I'll fish tail
My little homies crazy like columbine
Doing anything for them dolla signs
Boy if you hating then you outta line
I didn't wear my watch today you outta time
Composite in that old school verse
No carrots in that old school skirt
I don't want you nicky I am not Fred Durst
Am all about my cheese so I put bread first
Chews up cheese I done mastered the scale
Check my records possession for sale
Assaloni court house I got a long favorite trail
When I'm starting these rentals no these niggas can't tell a young nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
It's burning up in this motherfucker
Somebody cut the fan on
Got the eagle in the air nigga
I'm just looking for a spot for it to land on
Sitting in the kitchen counting chickens for west coast tricking
Bitches on a mission for the riches trapping off a cricket
Probably wanna kick it but I'm tripping cause I'm trying hit it
Sipping till it's finished young Mis get to hold the business
Bit flow fool on the pro tools flip it old school riding no feet call it no shoes
I stroke through I over do she so loose like a Michelle shoes
She broke so it's no use I'm so cool I throw duce
I'm sick with it couldn't give a fuck about your crew
I don't know you I've been down you so new
I'm so stuck nigga no glue straight grapes
You say I'm weak with a straight face I bounce
But until then I'm trapping when you pull up to the house you see a nigga
[Chorus]
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