E-40 F/ Ice Cube - "Behind Gates" lyrics

[Ice Cube] Say Earl, let's get it crack-a-latin in this bitch.. we do it like this (like how') We do it like this (like this) Uhh.. nigga nigga.. y'know (y'know) y'know! (Ice Cube and E-40) For those that don't know, Uhh, Ice Cube and E-40 up in this motherfucker I gotta say some shit 'fore we start the single I'm sick of motherfuckers bitin 40 lingo Everytime 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 Your dub, no "California Love," California slugs get the Desert Eagle, blast on your Regal from California bloods, and Calfironia cuz [E-40] Dip 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-zinas(') then I'm bluffin, I'm less than nothin, a constipated dude and bowed toes, (') low on horse 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 niggaz to ever touch the mic.. (touch the mic) [Chorus: repeat 2X] [I] Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood makin mill's [E] Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail Was destined to have somethin pimpin, be about your mail [E-40] 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 Smokin burners (burners) on the strength of flamboastin pu-uh-purposes Finger on my thumper (thumper) in this concrete habitat Never know when you just might have to, put a head on flat [Ice Cube] Our status, is penthouses, yo' ass, is rent houses We got, ten houses, can't even, spend ours We go, invent ours, in about, ten hours Broke bitch, turn into a rich bitch Comin with that mob-ass shit, it's a hit bitch We got big ol', big gold gates Every trick bitch wanna be a legit bitch [Chorus] We got big ol', big gold, nickel plates (who is it') Let me tell you, broke niggaz can't offend me [Ice Cube] 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, 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 [E-40] A nigga blast til the soul reflects My roots grew up tearin projects, players shootin craps pimpin Bunch of ruffnecks, play the old tracks mayne Placin side bets, hair full of naps pimpin Money cars sex, servin cocaine Block cleaners, poppin out of my Ford Excursion truck White girl, wedding dress, in the dope game with heaters, poppin at all of my enemies better duck Even though I'm makin tapes I'm still stuck [Chorus] - 2X