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Artist:E-40 F/ Ice Cube
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Track:Behind Gates
Date Added:18/10/2007
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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
Your whole ego, is evil, negro, fo'rizzo, we go
get the Desert Eagle, blast on your
Your dub, no "California Love," California slugs
from California bloods, and
Calfironia cuz

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(?)
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
HEAT! Two of the most grizzliest and Godzilla-ass niggaz
to ever touch the mic.. (touch the

[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

might talk a different language but I'm not Scottish
Got more homies in jail, than I do in
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
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
Comin with that mob-ass shit, it's a hit bitch
Broke bitch, turn into a rich
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?)


[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
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

My roots grew up tearin projects, players shootin craps
Placin side bets, hair full of naps pimpin
Bunch of ruffnecks, play the old tracks
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
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