Paroles:
E 40 Grit Grind

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

that I'm the one You can't get nothin over on me Doin too much (too much), way too much (too much) You doin too much - I'm the one [E-40] I see you over

thugs set butts in they laps, goody goody And this is for E-40 and The Click in the land goody goody [Chorus] [Verse 3: E-40] I prosaic, chemically

[E-40] Ooooh (ooooh) pencil me in (pencil me in) It's Fonzarelli the Ballatician in yo' face again Back again, happenin, with my folks and next of kin

all the gear Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb, game sharper than a porcupine spine Don't gimme nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, grit and grind

and some crumbs watch me turn it over and flip it Ballatician, man, ballaholic I'm ballerific Stop and listen give me yo undivided attention 40 talk like E

hard! Throw it up motherfucker, go bad go hard! [E-40] We 30 deep (30 deep) we bleed the block (bleed the block) We milk the Ave. for damn near e'rythang

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my dirty work Expert, tryin to regulate my network Head jerk, spice it with rice, stick with it If they ask who cut the grits I'ma say E-Swift did it