Behind Gates Lyrics

Behind Gates lyrics

[Ice Cube]

 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

 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

 get the Desert Eagle, blast on your Regal

 Your dub, no "California Love," California slugs

 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(?)

 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, 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

 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

 

 [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

 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]

 

 [Ice Cube]

 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

 

 [E-40]

 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

 

 [Chorus] - 2X