Behind Gates

[Intro: Ice Cube & (E-40)] 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) [Verse 1: Ice Cube] 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 California cuz [Verse 2: E-40] 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 [?] or Lowenharts 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) [Chorus: E-40 & Ice Cube] 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 [Verse 3: E-40] 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 [Verse 4: Ice Cube] 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?) [Chorus: E-40 & Ice Cube] 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 [Verse 5: Ice Cube] Let me tell you, broke niggas can't offend me Evidently, your 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 to the solar plex' [Verse 6: E-40] 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 [Chorus: E-40 & Ice Cube] 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!