E-40 - It's All Gravity lyrics
[E-40 - It's All Gravity lyrics]
What it do, what that is pimp
What you say, talk to me I talk back
Oooh, I heard that, oooh
Skinny bank, that bank, foreign cars
Candy paint
Jelly jars, battle scars, rap stars
Pin and ranks
Drinkin drank, hit the dank, getting stank
For my skank
Stick and move, show improve, ghetto jew
Think I ain't have the grip, pockets fit
Dirty stained mattress man chopping up yayo
Top of the dirty ass piece and mattress man
Put a razor blade in a safety pain in my hand
Flipping incarceration
Penitentiary chances man
Half a grand I spend a day, check your feet
Half a pow wow
Off some weed, love the pow wow, when I keep
Keep my style now
Watch me speed, trust the cuff they love that
Rubies spent off, walk with a limp walk?
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
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 shining
If you had the Troop jacket you was timing
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
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 kids 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 Goldschläger
It's a daily routine, I mean
I mean we do this here
So savagely pimperoni it's all gravity
What you say, talk to me I talk back
Oooh, I heard that, oooh
Skinny bank, that bank, foreign cars
Candy paint
Jelly jars, battle scars, rap stars
Pin and ranks
Drinkin drank, hit the dank, getting stank
For my skank
Stick and move, show improve, ghetto jew
Think I ain't have the grip, pockets fit
Dirty stained mattress man chopping up yayo
Top of the dirty ass piece and mattress man
Put a razor blade in a safety pain in my hand
Flipping incarceration
Penitentiary chances man
Half a grand I spend a day, check your feet
Half a pow wow
Off some weed, love the pow wow, when I keep
Keep my style now
Watch me speed, trust the cuff they love that
Rubies spent off, walk with a limp walk?
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
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 shining
If you had the Troop jacket you was timing
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
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 kids 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 Goldschläger
It's a daily routine, I mean
I mean we do this here
So savagely pimperoni it's all gravity