E-40 - Fallin' Rain lyrics
[E-40 - Fallin' Rain lyrics]
Smell me on this one e-40!
From a small ass little tadpole
Swimmin in a fallopian tube
To a fixture on my soil
A stand up type a dude
I was brought up in the crack
Game dealin and pushin that stuff
Arguing with my folkers cause we
Loved eachother so much
Ditchin and dodgin the rollers
Grippin the block real tuff
Strikin and scootin them Novas and
Them Chevrolet stepside trucks
Me and my brother Dennel, Kevin, Dalon
And Black little Ray, Billy
And Ivory and them from
The Magazine Street camp
Posted up like thumbtacks
Talking on faulty big backs
Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag fulla Tic Tacs
In the mean time, in between time
In my spare time writin raps
In the front yard, in the driveway
On the concrete shootin craps
You think you know
But you really don't have no idea
Listen to discography of E40
Real talk for real
Moons ago, way before I even had a career
I got my nickname on the
Turf for drinking hecka beer
And never letting the older cats up
In my hood pump fear
Funkin with my own soil, listen here
Jealous cause we had all the
Broads and all the gear
Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb
Game sharper than a porcupine spine
Don't gimme nothing, I'mma work for
Mine, try and grind, grit and grind
Hot ones echo through the ghetto
Funkin all the time
I thank the Lord for giving me
The gift to spit this rhyme
A loaf of bread
A stick of butter and some milk
Around the corner from the spot
Where all the dealers dealt
Trials and tribul-i-zations
Me and my peopl-i-zations
Tryin to get this music off the
Ground with high ass expectations
Took a little time and patience
A little faith in God
To make a long story short
Look at me now sahob
I'm doing it chubby like the checker
Chunky like the soup
A de- a decade and a half
And still in the loop
In case you suckers didn't know
I told you once before
I ain't rapping too fast
See y'all just listening too slow
I paved the way for the independent grind
The industry they mimick me
But don't wanna gimme mine
From a small ass little tadpole
Swimmin in a fallopian tube
To a fixture on my soil
A stand up type a dude
I was brought up in the crack
Game dealin and pushin that stuff
Arguing with my folkers cause we
Loved eachother so much
Ditchin and dodgin the rollers
Grippin the block real tuff
Strikin and scootin them Novas and
Them Chevrolet stepside trucks
Me and my brother Dennel, Kevin, Dalon
And Black little Ray, Billy
And Ivory and them from
The Magazine Street camp
Posted up like thumbtacks
Talking on faulty big backs
Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag fulla Tic Tacs
In the mean time, in between time
In my spare time writin raps
In the front yard, in the driveway
On the concrete shootin craps
You think you know
But you really don't have no idea
Listen to discography of E40
Real talk for real
Moons ago, way before I even had a career
I got my nickname on the
Turf for drinking hecka beer
And never letting the older cats up
In my hood pump fear
Funkin with my own soil, listen here
Jealous cause we had all the
Broads and all the gear
Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb
Game sharper than a porcupine spine
Don't gimme nothing, I'mma work for
Mine, try and grind, grit and grind
Hot ones echo through the ghetto
Funkin all the time
I thank the Lord for giving me
The gift to spit this rhyme
A loaf of bread
A stick of butter and some milk
Around the corner from the spot
Where all the dealers dealt
Trials and tribul-i-zations
Me and my peopl-i-zations
Tryin to get this music off the
Ground with high ass expectations
Took a little time and patience
A little faith in God
To make a long story short
Look at me now sahob
I'm doing it chubby like the checker
Chunky like the soup
A de- a decade and a half
And still in the loop
In case you suckers didn't know
I told you once before
I ain't rapping too fast
See y'all just listening too slow
I paved the way for the independent grind
The industry they mimick me
But don't wanna gimme mine