Behind Gates-E-40

Say Earl let's get it crack a latin in this b***h. Uhh. N***a n***a. Y'know Y'know Y'know Uhh Ice Cube and E 40 up in this motherf**ker 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 s**t 'fore we start the single I'm sick of motherf**kers bitin 40 lingo Everytime I see yo' b***h a*s you got a jingle And you ain't wrote s**t 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 Dip ridin them little itty bitty a*s wheels In the town like you might see on shoppin carts If I ain't ridin mustard or mayonnaise zinas And bowed toes Low on horse Then I'm bluffin I'm less than nothin a constipated dude Constantly fartin but I'm really supposed to be s**ttin 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 a*s n***az To ever touch the mic. Touch the mic Behind gates heaven or hell mansion or jail Keepin it real two n***az 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 Slide through the park And come back every fifteen minutes in a different car On the strength of flamboastin pu 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 yo' a*s is rent houses We got ten houses can't even spend ours We go invent ours in about ten hours Comin with that mob a*s s**t it's a hit b***h Broke b***h turn into a rich b***h Every trick b***h wanna be a legit b***h We got big ol' big gold gates We got big ol' big gold nickel plates Who is it Let me tell you broke n***az 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 n***a can't be sober Rollin through this neighborhood fool nice to know ya Fakin like you got the bacon with that tickin a*s Rolex A n***a 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 s*x servin c*****e White girl wedding dress in the d**e 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 2X