(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)