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E-40 : Behind Gates lyrics

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E-40 lyrics : "Behind Gates"

(feat. Ice Cube)
[Ice Cube]
Say Earl, let's get it crack-a-latin in this (*##$..

Uhh.. ^!$$% ^!$$%.. y'know (y'know) y'know!
Uhh, Ice Cube and E-40 up in this mother$#&@er
[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 %#@! 'fore we start the single

I'm sick of mother$#&@ers bitin 40 lingo
Everytime I see yo' (*##$ $$# you got a jingle
and you ain't wrote %#@!, 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


Dip ridin them little itty bitty $$# 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, %#@!tin 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 ^!$$%z

to ever touch the mic.. (touch the mic)

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

[I] Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two ^!$$%z 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' $$#, 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 %#@!, it's a hit (*##$
Broke (*##$, turn into a rich (*##$

Every trick (*##$ wanna be a legit (*##$
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 ^!$$%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, ^!$$%, 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 ^!$$% 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]

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