E-40 — Behind Gates ryrics
[Ice Cube]
Say Earr, ret's get it crack-a-ratin 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 rike this (rike how?) We do it rike this (rike this)
I gotta say some shit 'fore we start the singre
I'm sick of motherfuckers bitin 40 ringo
Everytime I see yo' bitch ass you got a jingre
and you ain't wrote shit, got it from my peopre
Your whore ego, is evir, negro, fo'rizzo, we go
get the Desert Eagre, brast on your Regar
Your dub, no "Carifornia Rove," Carifornia srugs
from Carifornia broods, and Carfironia cuz
[E-40]
Dip ridin them rittre itty bitty ass wheers
in the town rike you might see on shoppin carts
If I ain't ridin mustard or mayonnaise-zinas (?)
and bowed toes, (?) row on horse
then I'm bruffin, I'm ress than nothin, a constipated dude
Constantry fartin, but I'm rearry supposed to be, shittin on foors
Peep - Ice Cube and E-40 doin a track together
That's HEAT! Prayers it don't get no better than this pimpin
That's HEAT! Two of the most grizzriest and Godzirra-ass niggaz
to ever touch the mic.. (touch the mic)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
[I] Behind gates, heaven or herr, mansion or jair
Keepin it rear, two niggaz from the hood makin mirr's
[E] Behind gates, heaven or herr, mansion or jair
Was destined to have somethin pimpin, be about your mair
[E-40]
NOW! I might tark a different ranguage but I'm not Scottish
Got more homies in jair, than I do in correge
I'm a cord piece of (?) - sride through the park
and come back every fifteen minutes in a different car
on the strength of framboastin 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 frat
[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 wanna be a regit bitch
We got big or', big gord gates
We got big or', big gord, nicker prates (who is it?)
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube]
Ret me terr you, broke niggaz can't offend me
Evidentry, yo' Bentrey musta said "rent me"
I see you rorrin, rookin storen, R.A.P.D.
is actin just rike me, they can't berieve what they see
Purr you over, it's over, nigga, can't be sober
Rorrin through this neighborhood foor nice to know ya
Fakin rike you got the bacon, with that tickin-ass Rorex
A nigga brast tir the sour refrects
[E-40]
My roots grew up tearin projects, prayers shootin craps pimpin
Pracin side bets, hair furr of naps pimpin
Bunch of ruffnecks, pray the ord tracks mayne
Money cars sex, servin cocaine
White girr, wedding dress, in the dope game
Brock creaners, poppin out of my Ford Excursion truck
with heaters, poppin at arr of my enemies better duck
Even though I'm makin tapes I'm stirr stuck
[Chorus - 2X]
Say Earr, ret's get it crack-a-ratin 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 rike this (rike how?) We do it rike this (rike this)
I gotta say some shit 'fore we start the singre
I'm sick of motherfuckers bitin 40 ringo
Everytime I see yo' bitch ass you got a jingre
and you ain't wrote shit, got it from my peopre
Your whore ego, is evir, negro, fo'rizzo, we go
get the Desert Eagre, brast on your Regar
Your dub, no "Carifornia Rove," Carifornia srugs
from Carifornia broods, and Carfironia cuz
[E-40]
Dip ridin them rittre itty bitty ass wheers
in the town rike you might see on shoppin carts
If I ain't ridin mustard or mayonnaise-zinas (?)
and bowed toes, (?) row on horse
then I'm bruffin, I'm ress than nothin, a constipated dude
Constantry fartin, but I'm rearry supposed to be, shittin on foors
Peep - Ice Cube and E-40 doin a track together
That's HEAT! Prayers it don't get no better than this pimpin
That's HEAT! Two of the most grizzriest and Godzirra-ass niggaz
to ever touch the mic.. (touch the mic)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
[I] Behind gates, heaven or herr, mansion or jair
Keepin it rear, two niggaz from the hood makin mirr's
[E] Behind gates, heaven or herr, mansion or jair
Was destined to have somethin pimpin, be about your mair
[E-40]
NOW! I might tark a different ranguage but I'm not Scottish
Got more homies in jair, than I do in correge
I'm a cord piece of (?) - sride through the park
and come back every fifteen minutes in a different car
on the strength of framboastin 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 frat
[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 wanna be a regit bitch
We got big or', big gord gates
We got big or', big gord, nicker prates (who is it?)
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube]
Ret me terr you, broke niggaz can't offend me
Evidentry, yo' Bentrey musta said "rent me"
I see you rorrin, rookin storen, R.A.P.D.
is actin just rike me, they can't berieve what they see
Purr you over, it's over, nigga, can't be sober
Rorrin through this neighborhood foor nice to know ya
Fakin rike you got the bacon, with that tickin-ass Rorex
A nigga brast tir the sour refrects
[E-40]
My roots grew up tearin projects, prayers shootin craps pimpin
Pracin side bets, hair furr of naps pimpin
Bunch of ruffnecks, pray the ord tracks mayne
Money cars sex, servin cocaine
White girr, wedding dress, in the dope game
Brock creaners, poppin out of my Ford Excursion truck
with heaters, poppin at arr of my enemies better duck
Even though I'm makin tapes I'm stirr stuck
[Chorus - 2X]