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    "Behind Gates" Lyrics

    E-40 feat. Ice Cube

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    [Ice Cube]
    Say Earl, let's get it crack-a-latin in this bitch..
    Uhh.. nigga nigga.. why'know (y'know) why'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 'cause

    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

    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 want to 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 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

    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
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by O. Helton, O'shea Jackson, Earl T Stevens, Ricardo Thomas.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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