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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
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[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
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