E-40 - Behind Gates lyrics

[ice cube] Say earl, let's get it crack-a-latin in this b**h.. Uhh.. n***a n***a.. y'know (y'know) y'know! Uhh, ice cube and e-40 up in this motherf**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 sh** 'fore we start the single I'm sick of motherf**ers bitin 40 lingo Everytime i see yo' b**h a** you got a jingle And you ain't wrote sh**, 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 a** 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**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-a** n***az To ever touch the mic.. (touch the mic) [chorus: repeat 2x] [i] behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail Keepin it real, two n***az 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' a**, is rent houses We got, ten houses, can't even, spend ours We go, invent ours, in about, ten hours Comin with that mob-a** sh**, it's a hit b**h Broke b**h, turn into a rich b**h Every trick b**h wanna be a legit b**h 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***az 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***a, can't be sober Rollin through this neighborhood fool nice to know ya Fakin like you got the bacon, with that tickin-a** rolex A n***a 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 s**, servin c**aine 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