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E-40 lyrics - Grit & Grind

It's All Gravity

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(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)


'Love, just don't stare' She used to say to me every Sunday morning The spider in the window The angel in the pool The old man takes the poison Now the widow makes the rules 'So speak, I'm right here' She used to say to me not a word, not a word Judas on the ceiling the Devil in my bed I guess Easter's never coming So I'll just wait inside my head Like a scream but sort of silent living off my nightmares Voices repeating me 'Feeling threatened? We reflect your hopes and fears.' Voices discussing me 'Others steal your thoughts they're not confined within your mind.' Thought disorder Dream control Now they read my mind on the radio But where was the Garden of Eden? I feel elated I feel depressed Sex is death, Death is sex Says it right here on my Crucifix Like a scream but sort of silent living off my nightmares Voices protecting me 'Good behavior brings the Savior to his knees.' Voices rejecting me 'Others steal your thoughts they're not confined to your own mind.' I don't wanna be here, 'cause of my suffering, 'cause of my illness Only love is worth having, only love is what matters, loving every people on equal terms. You've got to know who you're dealin' with because, like a stranger, a-heh, just might come in through here with a gun... and then, what would you do? (Heh.) Everything is immaterial... 'n' you know that reality is immaterial. This is not reality... I'm kneeling on the floor staring at the wall like the spider in the window I wish that I could speak Is there fantasy in refuge? God in politicians? Should I turn on my religion? These demons in my head tell me to I'm lying here in bed Swear my skin is inside out Just another Sunday morning Seen my diary on the newsstand Seems we've lost the truth to quicksand It's a shame no one is praying 'Cause these voices in my head keep saying... 'Love, just don't stare.' 'Reveal the Word when you're supposed to' Withdrawn and introverted Infectiously perverted 'Being laughed at and confused keeps us pleasantly amused enough to stay.' Maybe I'm just Cassandra fleeting Twentieth century Icon bleeding Willing to risk Salvation to escape from isolation I'm witness to redemption heard you speak but never listened Can you rid me of my secrets? Deliver us from Darkness? Voices repeating me 'Feeling threatened? We reflect your hopes and fears.' Voices discussing me Don't expect your own Messiah This neverworld which you desire is only in your mind.


SAY --- (Jon Secada and Bill Duncan) Ain't much for promises But I'm a fool for your sweet caress Don't mean to be obsessed But all that I can do is guess And when I miss you I try to keep my head But when I kiss you My heart speaks out instead And if it's someone else I'd rather be just by myself Your honesty would help Right now it seems so hard to tell Don't wanna worry, but is our love alive I'm in a hurry, my feelings I can't hide Chorus ------ Say do you say, won't you say you loveme Say do you say, that you need me still Say won't you say that we'll stay together Say we always will Faithfully yours my love is real babe If that is what you want Then I'll be there 'Cause I feel so sure this is the real thing My heart with you will stay Chorus ------

The Best Day

ATMOSPHERE "To All My Friends, Blood Makes The Blade Holy - The Atmosphere EP's"
[Slug] I had a rough day, but that's life, it happens Woke up on a dark side of my mattress I guess I forgot to set my clock Overslept, almost lost the job Then to top it off, I'm kinda hungry But can't eat till I find my money It's in my wallet but my wallet ain't in my pocket Can't remember the last time I saw it And they don't want me in a bad mood Afraid that it'll spread and everyone will catch an attitude They got 'em all singing the same tone Thinking I should go and start a fire in the break room Co-workers make me sick and the manager really ain't shit But I can't quit, so I'm hiding in the basement Holding onto to my face like fuck this place [Chorus: 2X] Every day can't be the best day Do what you can right now, don't hesitate That's why we try to make love and get paid Take the bad with the good, now let's play [Slug] Hell naw, I ain't going to school The teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool and all the kids mess with each other always all day Class warfare up and down the hallways And if you ain't popular Nobody talks to ya, unless they mocking ya Not even bus driver or the hall monitor I might as well climb inside my locker huh It's a bad day, bad week and a bad month Don't nobody want to trade with my bag lunch Someday I'ma be so cool But for now I got cheap shoes, so I keep losing Girls give no love to a poor man It's a prison, the clock is warden Man it won't get no better when I get home So I listen to the voice in my headphones [Chorus: 2X] [Slug] Can't dance with an upset stomach The overdraft notices just kept coming Somebody broke into the porch and stole a chair Top of your head stopped growing hair Broken glass, computer crashed The car won't start and the tires went flat Dog got loose, brought back a dead cat Daughter found it and had a panic attack Plus you ain't had sex in how long? Afraid to admit that the fire's all gone The better half is talking about separate You wish you could take it back to yesterday You not alone, it's hard as hell But don't waste no time feeling sorry for self We'll be right here with you through your war Cause you're the one that we make this music for Now turn it up [Chorus: 2X]

Boyz-N-The-Hood (Remix)

EAZY-E "Eazy-Duz-It"
[Dr. Dre] Hey yo, remember that shit Eazy did a while back Motherfuckers said it wasn't gonna work (word) That crazy shit, yeah the stupid shit Hey yo Eazy! (Yo!) Hey man why don't you come off the piano for a minute and bust this crazy shit [Eazy-E] Woke up quick at about noon Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon I gotta get drunk before the day begin Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends About to go and damn near went blind Young niggaz at the pad throwin up gang signs Ran in the house and grabbed my clip With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip Bailed outside and pointed my weapon Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride I got front back and side to side Then I let the Alpine play Bumpin new shit by NWA It was Gangsta Gangsta at the top of the list Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this: Cruisin down the street in my six-fo' Jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes Went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there cold shootin some hoops A car pulls up, who can it be A fresh El Camino rolled, Kilo G He rolls down his window and he started to say It's all about makin that GTA *chorus* Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard You come talkin that trash we'll pull your card Knowin nothin in life but to be legit Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin shit [Eazy-E] Down on B's in the place to give me the pace He said my man JB is on freebase The boy JB was a friend of mine Til I caught him in my car tryin to steal my Alpine Chased him up the street to call a truce The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge One sucker dead, LA Times first page *chorus* [Eazy-E] Bored as hell and I wanna get ill So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill The fellows out there, makin that dollar I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin Love to get my girl, to rock that body Before I left I hit the Bacardi Went to her house to get her out of the pad Dumb hoe says something stupid that made me mad She said somethin that I couldn't believe So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave She started talkin shit, wouldn't you know Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe Her father jumped out and he started to shout So I threw a right-cross and knocked his whole ass out *chorus* [Eazy-E] I'm rollin hard now I'm under control Then wrapped the six-fo' round the telephone poll I looked at my car and I said, Oh brother I throw it in the gutter and go buy another Walkin home and I see the G ride Now Ket is drivin Kilo on the side As they busted a U, they got pulled over An undercover cop in a dark green Nova Ket got beaten for resistin arrest He socked the pig in the head for rippin his Guess Now G is cut for doin the crime For defence on the boy, he'll do some time *chorus* [Eazy-E] I went to get them out but there was no bail The fellaz start to riot in the county jail Two days later in municiple court Kilo G on trial straight cold cut a fork Distruption of a court, said the judge On a six year sentence my man didn't budge Bailer came over to turn him in Kilo G looked up and gave a grin He yelled out FIRE! , then came Suzi The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her Both up state for attempted murder *chorus*

Firing Squad

M.O.P. "Firing Squad"
CHORUS 2X: Firing Squad Aint no tellin what they might do Firing Squad Yo them niggas will invite you Firing Squad To the battlefields so they can wipe you Firing Squad That's them niggas that don't like you [Billy Danze] Everybody hit the floor, aw shit not again , don't flinch All F A T emcees lay the bench You rock jewels, we just cruise on your maggot ass Now make a move and we'll squeeze tools at your faggot ass Now, guess who's, back in the place, kid I missed M.O.P Hey I'm sorry you had to wait G In '93 you barely heard us in the crowd So we eject from select, and now our shit is bumpin loud Firing Squad, back on the case To school ya, turnin more boys to men than the great Luke Dubra BOOYAH! Do ya, plan to, stand and prove Remember I got love for only a handful That's [Danze] architechting the game plan To bust down the doors, I've already smacked the shit out your main man I don't think you want no static C Automatically, automatic G's, bump somethin CHORUS [Teflon] Count your blessings, just mount your Smith Wessons in a hurry The more grounds I cover the more brothers to worry Everlasting, got a certified passion for blasting Ass I'ma never show guns but I'm still an assassin Yes some say my rap's about to crack the afterburn From out the first, send the whole entire earth into a blackout Here's the facts about my M.O.P. click We get down, roll in deep waters we drown niggas 'll leave 'em sensin Yo let it be known, we own the walks Up on the hill we own the thrones, we own the parks For real, we own the low sharks Niggas practice what they preach and back with what they reach wit The ill part is on the mic I be kickin the freak shit Set it, violators get beheaded, rumors we dead it Amazing how we plays, close the show, and roll the credits It's over, straight from Saratoga, said these niggas beter recognize We exercise, our lyric, something deadly CHORUS [Lil Fame] [Take it to the streets] Watch niggas collapse Perhaps, we could bust raps or bust caps This is, ghetto how we in it, and if it's beef You tell me and Billy will go to war like it's Valiance Once I catch ya, I'm guranteed I got ya Duke, I bet ya, you leave this piece on a stretcher Aint nothing to kid about I put one in your wig and bounce Leave the rest for the all time C to figure out Now, who's that nigga that's tryin to take my spot New jacks in rap must pay dues before they rock Yo I run shit like Mr. Hoppa, because I pop up And I rip raps like crackheads strip copper Partner, it's bug, fake thugs gon get no love You could easily get got by hot sinking slugs Nigga what, I take your pride and slide And turn you rap cipher, into a motherfucking homicide CHORUS

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