Tree in the Load

Lyrics

[Verse 1: E-40] Keeping the torch lit, rub two sticks One hundred (one hundred) Like an old school Nolan Ryan pitch Who want it? (who want it?) It ain't going take but a minute, a New York moment The Bay Area backwards streets is haunted It'll give you the creeps if you ain't from it They'll draw down on the opponent kaboom kaboom In the night time or the morning or the afternoon Hella busy if the governor called I push ignore Even though I got 3 jacks like Pablo Sandoval You can call me your highness, your majesty Because I get the highest, defy gravity Trying to throw a party in her mouth What you thought? (what you thought?) In the AM/PM bathroom Hope I don't get caught (don't get caught) With this broccoli I bought from the broccoli man With all of my partners all hemmed up in front of my van It's a wrap like a pita they going take me to Rita If they catch me me and find the squeezer Up under this seat is a heater, a 10 millimeter Illegal search and seizure (bitch) [Chorus: Cousin Fik] Got the old school with the white top Gold thangs sittin' right on vogues (right on vogues) Made 25 stacks last night Hit the mall and spend it all on clothes (all on clothes) Gettin' rich, only took hold up Hell nah the po-po don't know (they don't know) In this thang all night, aight post it up Blow 'em tree in the load (tree in the load) [Verse 2: Choose Up Cheese] Easy thousand dollars for the kit gang 24-5 for a brick, man Us on the table that's fish scale Mercedes of the lot I'll fish tail My little niggas 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 Cuttin' posse in that old school vert No cash hear that old school skrrrt I don't want your nookie I am not Fred Durst I'm all about my cheese ho, I flip bread first Choose Up Cheese I done mastered the scale Check my record 'cause that shit for sale Ask Solano courthouse I got a long paper trail When I'm starting these rentals no these niggas can't tell A young nigga [Chorus: Cousin Fik] Got the old school with the white top Gold thangs sittin' right on vogues (right on vogues) Made 25 stacks last night Hit the mall and spend it all on clothes (all on clothes) Gettin' rich, only took hold up Hell nah the po-po don't know (they don't know) In this thang all night, aight post it up Blow 'em tree in the load (tree in the load) [Verse 3: Cousin Fik] Cousin Fik, look 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 tryna get it Sip it 'til it's finished, young menace, give the ho the business Spit the flow fool on the pro tools Flip an old school, riding on feet call it no shoes I strolled through, I told do she so loose like a fo' sho' goose But she broke so it's no use, I'm so cool I throw deuce 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: Cousin Fik] Got the old school with the white top Gold thangs sittin' right on vogues (right on vogues) Made 25 stacks last night Hit the mall and spend it all on clothes (all on clothes) Gettin' rich, only took hold up Hell nah the po-po don't know (they don't know) In this thang all night, aight post it up Blow 'em tree in the load (tree in the load)