E-40

E-40 - It's All Gravity lyrics

(talking)

What it do, what that is pimp

What you say, talk to me I talk back

Oooh, I heard that, oooh

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Skinny bank, phat bank, foreign cars, candy paint

Jelly jars, battle scars, rap stars, pullin' rank

Drinkin drank, hit the dank, getting stank, from a skank

Stick and move, show and prove, ghetto jew, think I ain't

Have the grip, pockets fit, dirt pee stained mattress man

Chopping up llelo, top of a dirty ass pee-stained mattress man

Put a razor blade in a safety pain in my hand

Takin' incarceration, penitentiary chances man

Half a grand I spend a day, chicken feed, half a pow wow

Off some weed, love the pow wow, when I'm keyed, keep my style now

Watch me speed, trust that cuff that love that

Rubik's spit, talk walk with a limp while I'm here makin' love

Oooh!

(Chorus)

Say you wanna be a rap star, drive a real nice car

Without true game you can't get far, but it's all gravity

Struggling, gritting grinding mayn, it's all gravity

It's all gravity, I'm so deep off in this game

It's all gravity, struggling, gritting grinding mayn

It's all gravity, I'm so deep off in this game

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Just something that was happening now, like goomer pile

I predict in about a month, ya'll gone love this huh

Make a gangsta wanna funk, all in your trunk

Got him hollering yeah that shit there ain't no punk

Fully recouped, money chunky like the soup

Back in the days I use to rock a troop jacket

Me and everybody in my cabinet, we was timin'

If you had the Troop jacket you was grindin'

So who the playa, even if I'm in a pinto

Show some respect little niggas see I'm respectable

My hoochie is a general, a silent soldier, no faking

Quick to set an example put down a demonstration

Wake you up to a rude awakening and no escaping and

Once I give you the phone I put a shake on in

See I done did it, and lived it, and done it, hit the block

Choke a motherfucker out for trying to short stop

(Chorus)

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Make no mistake about it, I'm smoking hell-a-tweed

That ain't organic, nigga that's designer weed

No it ain't, yeah it is, no it ain't

No it ain't, yeah it is, no it ain't, yeah it is

Scream, holla, scream and shout it, I love my folks to death

Way too many cooks in the kitchen but I'm the iron chef

Too many chiefs, but not enough indians

See everybody needs to play they position

I'm pitching, leader of the squad, be on the look-out for my

Brand new clothing line, my brand new clothing line is called Shob

Rossi wine, Carlos Rossi wine is what I drink

Not all the time but most of the time it helps a playa think

Look in my eyes, look in my eyes they the same color as garlic butter

Look at my guys, look at my guys, they off that Goldschlager

It's a daily routine, I mean, I mean we do this here

So savagely pimperoni it's all gravity

(Chorus - 2x)

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