Behind Gates

Say Earl, let's get it crack a latin in this bitch Uh, nigga, nigga, why'know, why'know (Y'know) Uh, Ice Cube and E-40 up in this motherfucker (Ice Cube and E-40) For those that don't know We do it like this,we do it like this (Like how?, like this) 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 'cause 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 [unverified] And bowed toes, [unverified] low on horse 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 niggaz To ever touch the mic (Touch the mic) Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood makin' mill's Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail Keepin it real, two niggaz 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 [unverified] slide through the park And come back every fifteen minutes in a different car On the strength of flamboastin' purposes Smokin' burners (Burners) Finger on my thumper in this concrete habitat (Thumper) Never know when you just might have to, put a head on flat 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 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 niggaz from the hood makin' mill's Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail Let me tell you, broke niggaz 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, 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 '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 sex, servin' cocaine White girl, wedding dress, in the dope 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 Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood makin' mill's Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood makin' mill's Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail