It's All Gravity Lyrics - E-40

(talking) 

What it do, what that is pimp 

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 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! 

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(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 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 

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(Chorus) 

[E-40] 

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)