Rick Rock - It's All Gravity lyrics

(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 j**, think I ain't Have the grip, pockets fit, dirty stained mattress man Chopping up yayo, top of the dirty a** 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 sh** 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 n***as 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**er out for trying to short stop (Chorus) [E-40] Make no mistake about it, I'm smoking hell-a-tweed That ain't organic, n***a 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 d**h 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 bu*ter 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 (Chorus - 2x)