Get Ya Weight Up by E-40 (Ft. Katt Williams & Turf Talk)
Get Ya Weight Up by E-40 (Ft. Katt Williams & Turf Talk)

Get Ya Weight Up

E-40 & Katt Williams & Turf Talk * Track #15 On The Block Brochure: Welcome to the Soil 3

Get Ya Weight Up Lyrics

[Intro: Katt Williams]
Attention, all you light as a feather, gravity defyin' ass niggas
You need to get your weight up, playa
It's ridiculous at this point
I mean, I can hear your light ass chain rattlin' when you come in the club, nigga
Sound like Santa Claus, just, ching-a-ling-a-ling, ching-a-ling-a-ling
Ridin' around town in that light ass vehicle
Every time your cell phone ring your CD player stop
It's a damn shame, nigga
Your car ain't big enough, your bank ain't big enough
Your gun ain't big enough and your dank ain't big enough
Get your hate down and get your motherfuckin' weight up, nigga

[Chorus: E-40]
What we 'posed to do, my nigga, what we 'posed to do?
What we 'posed to do, my nigga, what we 'posed to do? (Yeah)
What we 'posed to do, my nigga, what we 'posed to do? (What is it?)
What we 'posed to do, my nigga, what we 'posed to do?
Get ya weight up, get ya weight up
Get ya weight up (Look out pimp)

[Verse 1: E-40]
Took a little break in the action (Action), now I'm rit back at 'em (At 'em)
In my pomegranate Hemi RT Challenger smashin'
With a bottle of Richard Hennessy cognac in my fuckin' lap
And a ounce of broccoli in my drawers on my Apple phone talkin' smack (Smack)
My nigga Rick Rock did the slap so you know I had to beat it back (Back)
JL Audio speakers shakin' like they on crack (Crack)
My feet the same color as my paint, Pirelli ties
Got a pocket full of bank and some blunts and cigarette lighters
(Cigarette lighters)
Pullin' on my sleeves and jacket, my jeans and slacks (Jeans an slacks)
Holdin' on some greens in my potna's garage, shootin' craps
Bet a nine or five before I seven-eleven, bet I hit my point
Who's side bettin', my ninja? Let me hit that joint (Let me hit that joint)
Lexanis in the summer, Rallys in the winter when it rains
Rubber bands full of hundreds and twenties and fifties, no loose change
God's gift to the game (Game), got everybody usin' E-40 slang
Regular household name, gimme the fetti and the fame (Fetti and the fame)
BITCH!

[Chorus: E-40]
What we 'posed to do, my nigga, what we 'posed to do? (Get ya weight up)
What we 'posed to do, my nigga, what we 'posed to do? (Get ya weight up)
What we 'posed to do, my nigga, what we 'posed to do? (Get ya weight up)
What we 'posed to do, my nigga, what we 'posed to do? Uh

[Post-Chorus: Turf Talk, E-40]
Couple cars, couple cribs (Get ya weight up)
Few halfs, few zips (Get ya weight up)
Flip one into two (Get ya weight up)
Cashed out now flossin' my jewels (My jewels) (Uh)
Couple cars, couple cribs (Get ya weight up)
Few halfs, few zips (Get ya weight up)
Flip one into two (Get ya weight up)
Cashed out now flossin' my jewels (My jewels)

[Verse 2: E-40]
Pullin' biscuits outta trees, my ninjas ain't natured, humble
See them bushes right there? Yep, that's where we hide our bundle
Ain't nobody pumpin' fear, we do this for bread and meat
My niggas thirsty out here, beefin' with niggas 'cross the street
Four funerals this week, playa ain't had no sleep
We was all supposed to meet, but niggas nowadays, they cheap
Gotta stay with your heat, gotta stay with your squeezer
My name ain't Tyler Perry but I pack pistols like Madea
That nigga there got bread, but he ain't gon' put cheese on a pizza
They on the boy head, like some stripes on a zebra
We so mainey out here in the paint, don't think that it's cute
(40, you live in the 'burbs, pimp, how you stay in the loop?)
I done seen it and lived it and done it, niggas don't want it
I keep it 100, not only, that but I'm from it
Some of you suckas can't tell a prune from a plum
A crawfish from a prawn, a lake from a fuckin' pond

[Chorus: E-40]
What we 'posed to do, my nigga, what we 'posed to do? (Get ya weight up)
What we 'posed to do, my nigga, what we 'posed to do? (Get ya weight up)
What we 'posed to do, my nigga, what we 'posed to do? (Get ya weight up)
What we 'posed to do, my nigga, what we 'posed to do? Uh

[Post-Chorus: Turf Talk, E-40]
Couple cars, couple cribs (Get ya weight up)
Few halfs, few zips (Get ya weight up)
Flip one into two (Get ya weight up)
Cashed out now flossin' my jewels (My jewels)
Couple cars, couple cribs (Get ya weight up)
Few halfs, few zips (Get ya weight up)
Flip one into two (Get ya weight up)
Cashed out now flossin' my jewels (My jewels)

[Verse 3: E-40]
Throw a little yowder up in the pot, let it simmer and bathe
Put a little bit of water and Arm and Hammer to let it foam like aftershave
I like to serve my work wet so it weigh a hella lot more
You can smell the residue and the fumes from next door
When it comes to cookin' I'm a pro, a chemist from head to toe
Everybody know where I'm from — Vallejo
I don't tell my broad too much 'cause you know these broads can get messy
They turn when they mad and call the law whenever they ready
Gotta be sharp like a machete, solid, not bitchmade
Saucy like spaghetti, one day I'ma get saved
Right now I'm havin' fetti, tryna maintain my title
On my knees prayin' every night, reading my Bible
Lookin' out for rivals, sleepin' next to my rifle
Olive oil on my forehead for my survival
Drinkin' my worries away in this human zoo
Tryna bust up out this cage, my ninja, that's what it do

[Chorus: E-40]
What we 'posed to do, my nigga, what we 'posed to do? (Get ya weight up)
What we 'posed to do, my nigga, what we 'posed to do? (Get ya weight up)
What we 'posed to do, my nigga, what we 'posed to do? (Get ya weight up)
What we 'posed to do, my nigga, what we 'posed to do? Uh

[Post-Chorus: Turf Talk, E-40]
Couple cars, couple cribs (Get ya weight up)
Few halfs, few zips (Get ya weight up)
Flip one into two (Get ya weight up)
Cashed out now flossin' my jewels (My jewels)
Couple cars, couple cribs (Get ya weight up)
Few halfs, few zips (Get ya weight up)
Flip one into two (Get ya weight up)
Cashed out now flossin' my jewels (My jewels) (Biatch)
Get up your ass and stop playin' (Get ya weight up)
Try to stack a hundred grand (Get ya weight up)
Throw your turf in the sky (Get ya weight up)
Hustle now, playa, rest when you die, uh
Couple cars, couple cribs (Get ya weight up)
Few halfs, few zips (Get ya weight up)
Flip one into two (Get ya weight up)
Cashed out now flossin' my jewels (My jewels) (Uh)

[Outro: E-40]
Yeah, mayne, get ya motherfuckin' weight up, junior!
(Get your weight up, nigga!)
Get up off your motherfuckin' ass, nigga, and start havin' yaper, nigga (Ha)
Get your motherfuckin' ass up and stop blamin' it on a motherfucker, mayne (Yeah)
Niggas always tryna blame somethin' on somethin', nigga (Ha)
Nigga always tryna blame shit on the white man
Nigga always tryna blame somethin' on his bitch (All the time)
Know what I'm talkin' about, nigga?
Get your motherfuckin' weight up, nigga, get your yaper, nigga
Stop playin' with money, nigga
Get your chalupas, nigga, get your yetti, nigga
Get your motherfuckin' allowance, bitch!
As a grown man
The fuck wrong with you niggas, ho (Ho!)

Get Ya Weight Up Q&A

Who wrote Get Ya Weight Up's ?

Get Ya Weight Up was written by E-40 & Turf Talk & Rick Rock & Katt Williams.

Who produced Get Ya Weight Up's ?

Get Ya Weight Up was produced by Rick Rock.

When did E-40 release Get Ya Weight Up?

E-40 released Get Ya Weight Up on Mon Mar 26 2012.

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