"Tree In The Load" lyrics - 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 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
'Cause 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
My partners in though 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)
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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 spend it all on clothes
(All on clothes)
Gettin rich only took hold up hell nah the popo 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
(Tree in the load)
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
Cuttin' posse in that old school vert
No cash hear that old school skerrt
I don't want you nookie I am not Fred Durst
I'm all about my cheese ho I put bread first
Chews up cheese I done mastered the scale
Check my record possession for sale
Assaloni court house I got a long paper trail
When I'm starting these rentals no these niggas can't tell a young nigga
[Chorus]
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 get it
Sipping till it's finished young menace give that 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 over do she so loose like a??? goose
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]
