Cousin Fik - Tree in the Load lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 (b**h) [Chorus] 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) [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 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 n***as can't tell a young n***a [Chorus] [Verse 3] It's burning up in this motherf**er Somebody cut the fan on Got the eagle in the air n***a I'm just looking for a spot for it to land on Sitting in the kitchen counting chickens for west coast tricking b**hes 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 f** about your crew I don't know you I've been down you so new I'm so stuck n***a 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 n***a [Chorus]