Behind Gates - E-40, Ice Cube

I gotta say some shit 'fore we start the single

I’m sick of motherfuckers bitin' 40 lingo

Every time I see yo' bitch ass you got a jingle

And you ain’t wrote shit, 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

You ridin' them little itty bitty ass wheels

In the town like you might see on shoppin' carts

If I ain’t ridin' mustard or mayonnaise Zeniths and Vogues toes

Then I’m bluffin', I’m less than nothin', a constipated dude

Constantly fartin', but I’m really supposed to be, shittin' 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-ass niggas

To ever touch the mic (Touch the mic)

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail

Keepin' it real, two niggas from the hood makin' mill’s

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail

It’s nothin' to have somethin', pimpin', be about your mail

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail

Keepin' it real, two niggas from the hood makin' mill’s

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail

It’s nothin' to have somethin', pimpin', be about your mail

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 pork, you say — slide through the park

And come back every fifteen minutes in a different car

On the strength of flamboastin' puh-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, your ass, is rent houses

We got, ten houses, can’t even, spend ours

We go, invent ours, in about, ten hours

Comin' with that mob-ass shit, it’s a hit bitch

Broke bitch, turn into a rich bitch

Every trick bitch wanna be a legit bitch

We got big ol', big gold gates

We got big ol', big gold, nickel plates (Who is it?)

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail

Keepin' it real, two niggas from the hood makin' mill’s

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail

It’s nothin' to have somethin', pimpin', be about your mail

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail

Keepin' it real, two niggas from the hood makin' mill’s

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail

It’s nothin' to have somethin', pimpin', be about your mail

Let me tell you, broke niggas can’t offend me

Evidently, your 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, nigga, can’t be sober

Rollin' through this neighborhood, fool, nice to know ya

Fakin' like you got the bacon, with that tickin'-ass Rolex

A nigga blast to the solar plex'

My roots, Floyd Terrace projects

Players shootin' craps, pimpin', placin' side bets

Hair full of naps, pimpin', bunch of ruffnecks

Play the old tracks, mayne

Money, cars, sex, servin' cocaine

White girl, wedding dress, in the dope game

Block cleaners, hoppin' 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

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail

Keepin' it real, two niggas from the hood makin' mill’s

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail

It’s nothin' to have somethin', pimpin', be about your mail

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail

Keepin' it real, two niggas from the hood makin' mill’s

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail

It’s nothin' to have somethin', pimpin', be about your mail

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail

Keepin' it real, two niggas from the hood makin' mill’s

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail

It’s nothin' to have somethin', pimpin', be about your mail, UH!