Lyrics:

[Ice Cube]Say Earl, let's get it crack-a-latin in this bitch..Uhh.. nigga nigga.. y'know (y'know) 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 shit 'fore we start the singleI'm sick of motherf**kers bitin 40 lingoEverytime I see yo' bitch ass you got a jingleand you ain't wrote shit, got it from my peopleYour whole ego, is evil, negro, fo'rizzo, we goget the Desert Eagle, blast on your RegalYour dub, no 'California Love,' California slugsfrom California bloods, and Calfironia 'cause[E-40]Dip ridin them little itty bitty ass wheelsin the town like you might see on shoppin cartsIf I ain't ridin mustard or mayonnaise-zinas(?)and bowed toes, (?) low on horsethen I'm bluffin, I'm less than nothin, a constipated dudeConstantly fartin, but I'm really supposed to be, shittin on foolsPeep - Ice Cube and E-40 doin a track togetherThat's HEAT! Players it don't get no better than this pimpinThat's HEAT! Two of the most grizzliest and Godzilla-ass niggazto ever touch the mic.. (touch the mic)[Chorus: repeat 2X][I] Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jailKeepin it real, two niggaz from the hood makin mill's[E] Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jailWas destined to have somethin pimpin, be about your mail[E-40]NOW! I might talk a different language but I'm not ScottishGot more homies in jail, than I do in collegeI'm a cold piece of (?) - slide through the parkand come back every fifteen minutes in a different car[Behind Gates lyrics on http://www.elyricsworld.com]on the strength of flamboastin pu-uh-purposesSmokin burners (burners)Finger on my thumper (thumper) in this concrete habitatNever know when you just might have to, put a head on flat[Ice Cube]Our status, is penthouses, yo' ass, is rent housesWe got, ten houses, can't even, spend oursWe go, invent ours, in about, ten hoursComin with that mob-ass shit, it's a hit bitchBroke bitch, turn into a rich bitchEvery trick bitch wanna be a legit bitchWe got big ol', big gold gatesWe got big ol', big gold, nickel plates (who is it?)[Chorus][Ice Cube]Let me tell you, broke niggaz can't offend meEvidently, 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 seePull you over, it's over, nigga, can't be soberRollin through this neighborhood fool nice to know yaFakin like you got the bacon, with that tickin-ass RolexA nigga blast til the soul reflects[E-40]My roots grew up tearin projects, players shootin craps pimpinPlacin side bets, hair full of naps pimpinBunch of ruffnecks, play the old tracks mayneMoney cars sex, servin cocaineWhite girl, wedding dress, in the dope gameBlock cleaners, poppin out of my Ford Excursion truckwith heaters, poppin at all of my enemies better duckEven though I'm makin tapes I'm still stuck[Chorus] - 2X