E-40 - Behind Gates lyrics

Say Earl
Let's get it crack-a latin in this bitch
Uhh, nigga nigga, y'know (Y'know) y'know!
Uhh, 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
(Like how?) We do it like this (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 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, LAPD
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!