Behind Gates - E-40

Say Earl let's get it crack a latin in this b***h.
Uhh.
N***a n***a.
Y'know
Y'know
Y'know
Uhh Ice Cube and E 40 up in this motherf**ker
Ice Cube and E 40
For those that don't know
We do it like this
Like how
We do it like this
Like this
I gotta say some s**t 'fore we start the single
I'm sick of motherf**kers bitin 40 lingo
Everytime I see yo' b***h a*s you got a jingle
And you ain't wrote s**t got it from my people
Your whole ego is evil negro fo'rizzo we go
Get the Desert Eagle blast on your Regal
Your dub no "California Love"California slugs
From California bloods and Calfironia cuz
Dip ridin them little itty bitty a*s wheels
In the town like you might see on shoppin carts
If I ain't ridin mustard or mayonnaise zinas
And bowed toes
Low on horse
Then I'm bluffin I'm less than nothin a constipated dude
Constantly fartin but I'm really supposed to be s**ttin on fools
Peep Ice Cube and E 40 doin a track together
That's HEAT Players it don't get no better than this pimpin
That's HEAT Two of the most grizzliest and Godzilla a*s n***az
To ever touch the mic.
Touch the mic
Behind gates heaven or hell mansion or jail
Keepin it real two n***az from the hood makin mill's
Behind gates heaven or hell mansion or jail
Was destined to have somethin pimpin be about your mail
NOW I might talk a different language but I'm not Scottish
Got more homies in jail than I do in college
I'm a cold piece of
Slide through the park
And come back every fifteen minutes in a different car
On the strength of flamboastin pu uh purposes
Smokin burners
Burners
Finger on my thumper
Thumper
In this concrete habitat
Never know when you just might have to put a head on flat
Our status is penthouses yo' a*s is rent houses
We got ten houses can't even spend ours
We go invent ours in about ten hours
Comin with that mob a*s s**t it's a hit b***h
Broke b***h turn into a rich b***h
Every trick b***h wanna be a legit b***h
We got big ol' big gold gates
We got big ol' big gold nickel plates
Who is it
Let me tell you broke n***az can't offend me
Evidently yo' Bentley musta said "rent me"
I see you rollin lookin stolen L.A.P.D
Is actin just like me they can't believe what they see
Pull you over it's over n***a can't be sober
Rollin through this neighborhood fool nice to know ya
Fakin like you got the bacon with that tickin a*s Rolex
A n***a blast 'til the soul reflects
My roots grew up tearin projects players shootin craps pimpin
Placin side bets hair full of naps pimpin
Bunch of ruffnecks play the old tracks mayne
Money cars s*x servin c*****e
White girl wedding dress in the d**e game
Block cleaners poppin out of my Ford Excursion truck
With heaters poppin at all of my enemies better duck
Even though I'm makin tapes I'm still stuck
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