It's All Gravity - Lyrics - E-40
Earl Stevens better known by his stage name E-40, is an American rapper, entrepreneur, and investor from Vallejo, California. He is a founding member of the rap group The Click, and the founder of Sick Wid It Records. He has released twenty studio albums to date, appeared on numerous movie soundtracks, and has also done guest appearances on a host of other rap albums. Initially an underground artist, his 1995 solo album In a Major Way opened him up to a wider audience. Beginning in 1998, he began collaborating with more mainstream rappers outside of the Bay Area. He rose to even higher mainstream popularity in 2006 with his single "Tell Me When to Go" which was produced by Lil Jon.
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(talking)
What it do, what that is ***
What you say, talk to me I talk back
Oooh, I heard that, oooh
[E-40]
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 ***
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 *** 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
[E-40]
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 *** 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 *** 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 motherf**ker out for trying to short stop
(Chorus)
[E-40]
Make no mistake about it, I'm smoking hell-a-tweed
That ain't organic, *** 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)
