Tree in the Load E-40 (Ft. Choose Up Cheese & Cousin Fik)

[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)