E-40 - Behind Gates Lyrics
[ice cube]Say earl, lets get it crack-a-latin in this *****..Uhh.. nigga nigga.. yknow (yknow) yknow!Uhh, ice cube and e-40 up in this mother*****er(ice cube and e-40) for those that dont know,We do it like this (like how? ) we do it like this (like this)I gotta say some shit fore we start the singleIm sick of mother*****ers bitin 40 lingoEverytime I see yo ***** ass you got a jingleAnd you aint wrote shit, got it from my peopleYour whole ego, is evil, negro, forizzo, we goGet the desert eagle, blast on your regalYour dub, no california love, california slugsFrom california bloods, and calfironia cuz[e-40]Dip ridin them little itty bitty ass wheelsIn the town like you might see on shoppin cartsIf I aint ridin mustard or mayonnaise-zinas(? )And bowed toes, (? ) low on horseThen Im bluffin, Im less than nothin, a constipated dudeConstantly fartin, but Im really supposed to be, shittin on foolsPeep - ice cube and e-40 doin a track togetherThats heat! players it dont get no better than this pimpinThats heat! two of the most grizzliest and godzilla-ass niggazTo ever touch the mic.. (touch the mic)[chorus: repeat 2x][i] behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jailKeepin it real, two niggaz from the hood makin mills[e] behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jailWas destined to have somethin pimpin, be about your mail[e-40]Now! I might talk a different language but Im not scottishGot more homies in jail, than I do in collegeIm a cold piece of (? ) - slide through the parkAnd come back every fifteen minutes in a different carOn the strength of flamboastin pu-uh-purposesSmokin burners (burners)Finger on my thumper (thumper) in this concrete habitatNever know when you just might have to, put a head on flat[ice cube]Our status, is penthouses, yo ass, is rent housesWe got, ten houses, cant even, spend oursWe go, invent ours, in about, ten hoursComin with that mob-ass shit, its a hit *****Broke *****, turn into a rich *****Every trick ***** wanna be a legit *****We got big ol, big gold gatesWe got big ol, big gold, nickel plates (who is it? )[chorus][ice cube]Let me tell you, broke niggaz cant offend meEvidently, yo bentley musta said rent meI see you rollin, lookin stolen, l.a.p.d.Is actin just like me, they cant believe what they seePull you over, its over, nigga, cant be soberRollin through this neighborhood fool nice to know yaFakin like you got the bacon, with that tickin-ass rolexA nigga blast til the soul reflects[e-40]My roots grew up tearin projects, players shootin craps pimpinPlacin side bets, hair full of naps pimpinBunch of ruffnecks, play the old tracks mayneMoney cars sex, servin cocaineWhite girl, wedding dress, in the dope gameBlock cleaners, poppin out of my ford excursion truckWith heaters, poppin at all of my enemies better duckEven though Im makin tapes Im still stuck[chorus] - 2x
