Behind Gates

[Ice Cube]<br>Say Earl, let`s get it crack-a-latin in this bitch..<br>Uhh.. nigga nigga.. y`know (y`know) y`know!<br>Uhh, Ice Cube and E-40 up in this motherfucker<br>(Ice Cube and E-40) For those that don`t know,<br>we do it like this (like how?) We do it like this (like this)<br><br>I gotta say some shit `fore we start the single<br>I`m sick of motherfuckers bitin 40 lingo<br>Everytime I see yo` bitch ass you got a jingle<br>and you ain`t wrote shit, got it from my people<br>Your whole ego, is evil, negro, fo`rizzo, we go<br>get the Desert Eagle, blast on your Regal<br>Your dub, no "California Love," California slugs<br>from California bloods, and Calfironia cuz<br><br>[E-40]<br>Dip ridin them little itty bitty ass wheels<br>in the town like you might see on shoppin carts<br>If I ain`t ridin mustard or mayonnaise-zinas(?)<br>and bowed toes, (?) low on horse<br>then I`m bluffin, I`m less than nothin, a constipated dude<br>Constantly fartin, but I`m really supposed to be, shittin on fools<br>Peep - Ice Cube and E-40 doin a track together<br>That`s HEAT! Players it don`t get no better than this pimpin<br>That`s HEAT! Two of the most grizzliest and Godzilla-ass niggaz<br>to ever touch the mic.. (touch the mic)<br><br>[Chorus: repeat 2X]<br>[I] Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail<br>Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood makin mill`s<br>[E] Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail<br>Was destined to have somethin pimpin, be about your mail<br><br>[E-40]<br>NOW! I might talk a different language but I`m not Scottish<br>Got more homies in jail, than I do in college<br>I`m a cold piece of (?) - slide through the park<br>and come back every fifteen minutes in a different car<br>on the strength of flamboastin pu-uh-purposes<br>Smokin burners (burners)<br>Finger on my thumper (thumper) in this concrete habitat<br>Never know when you just might have to, put a head on flat<br><br>[Ice Cube]<br>Our status, is penthouses, yo` ass, is rent houses<br>We got, ten houses, can`t even, spend ours<br>We go, invent ours, in about, ten hours<br>Comin with that mob-ass shit, it`s a hit bitch<br>Broke bitch, turn into a rich bitch<br>Every trick bitch wanna be a legit bitch<br>We got big ol`, big gold gates<br>We got big ol`, big gold, nickel plates (who is it?)<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Ice Cube]<br>Let me tell you, broke niggaz can`t offend me<br>Evidently, yo` Bentley musta said "rent me"<br>I see you rollin, lookin stolen, L.A.P.D.<br>is actin just like me, they can`t believe what they see<br>Pull you over, it`s over, nigga, can`t be sober<br>Rollin through this neighborhood fool nice to know ya<br>Fakin like you got the bacon, with that tickin-ass Rolex<br>A nigga blast til the soul reflects<br><br>[E-40]<br>My roots grew up tearin projects, players shootin craps pimpin<br>Placin side bets, hair full of naps pimpin<br>Bunch of ruffnecks, play the old tracks mayne<br>Money cars sex, servin cocaine<br>White girl, wedding dress, in the dope game<br>Block cleaners, poppin out of my Ford Excursion truck<br>with heaters, poppin at all of my enemies better duck<br>Even though I`m makin tapes I`m still stuck<br><br>[Chorus] - 2X