E-40 - Fallin Rain Lyrics
From a small ass little tadpole swimmin in a fallopian tubeTo a fixture on my soil, a stand up type a dudeI was brought up in the crack game dealin and pushin that stuffArguing with my folkers cause we loved eachother so muchDitchin and dodgin the rollers, grippin the block real tuffStrikin and scootin them Novas and them Chevrolet stepside trucksMe and my brother Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and BlackLittle Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them from the Magazine Street campPosted up like thumbtacks, talking on faulty big backsMotorola, A1 yola, glad bag fulla Tic TacsIn the mean time, in between time, in my spare time writin rapsIn the front yard, in the driveway, on the concrete shootin crapsYou think you know, but you really don't have no ideaListen to discography of E40, real talk for realMoons ago, way before I even had a careerI got my nickname on the turf for drinking hecka beerAnd never letting the older cats up in my hood pump fearFunkin with my own soil, listen hereJealous cause we had all the broads and all the gearUp the ladder I'm tryin to climb, game sharper than a porcupine spineDon't gimme nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, grit and grindHot ones echo through the ghetto, funkin all the timeI thank the Lord for giving me the gift to spit this rhymeA loaf of bread, a stick of butter and some milkAround the corner from the spot where all the dealers dealtTrials and tribul-i-zations, me and my peopl-i-zationsTryin to get this music off the ground with high ass expectationsTook a little time and patience, a little faith in GodTo make a long story short, look at me now sahobI'm doing it chubby like the checker, chunky like the soupA de- a decade and a half and still in the loop-a
