It's All Gravity

(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, 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 llelo, 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 ?

(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 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

(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 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 Goldschlager

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

So savagely pimperoni it's all gravity

(Chorus - 2x)