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e 40 – behind gates lyrics

[ice cube]
say earl, let’s get it crack-a-latin in this b-tch..
uhh.. n-gg- n-gg-.. y’know (y’know) y’know!
uhh, ice cube and e-40 up in this motherf-cker
(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 sh-t ‘fore we start the single
i’m sick of motherf-ckers bitin 40 lingo
everytime i see yo’ b-tch -ss you got a jingle
and you ain’t wrote sh-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 ’cause

[e-40]
dip ridin them little itty bitty -ss 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, sh-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–ss n-gg-z
to ever touch the mic.. (touch the mic)

[chorus: repeat 2x]
[i] behind gates, heaven or h-ll, mansion or jail
keepin it real, two n-gg-z from the hood makin mill’s
[e] behind gates, heaven or h-ll, 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’ -ss, is rent houses
we got, ten houses, can’t even, spend ours
we go, invent ours, in about, ten hours
comin with that mob–ss sh-t, it’s a hit b-tch
broke b-tch, turn into a rich b-tch
every trick b-tch wanna be a legit b-tch
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 n-gg-z 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-gg-, can’t be sober
rollin through this neighborhood fool nice to know ya
fakin like you got the bacon, with that tickin–ss rolex
a n-gg- blast til the soul reflects

[e-40]
my roots grew up tearin projects, players shootin cr-ps pimpin
placin side bets, hair full of naps pimpin
bunch of ruffnecks, play the old tracks mayne
money cars s-x, 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

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