Behind Gates

2026-08-09 阅读量：998 歌手：E-40

Say Earl let's get it crack a latin in this b***h.

Uhh.

N***a n***a.

Y'know

Uhh Ice Cube and E 40 up in this motherf**ker

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 s**t 'fore we start the single

I'm sick of motherf**kers bitin 40 lingo

Everytime I see yo' b***h a*s you got a jingle

And you ain't wrote s**t 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 a*s 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 s**ttin 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*s n***az

To ever touch the mic.

Touch the mic

Behind gates heaven or hell mansion or jail

Keepin it real two n***az from the hood makin mill's

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

Our status is penthouses yo' a*s 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*s s**t 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

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*s Rolex

A n***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 s*x servin c*****e

White girl wedding dress in the d**e 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