[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 motherfucker 

(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 single 

I'm sick of motherfuckers bitin 40 lingo 

Everytime I see yo' bitch ass you got a jingle 

and you ain't wrote shit, 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 ass 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, shittin 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 niggaz 

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



[Chorus: repeat 2X] 

[I] Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail 

Keepin it real, two niggaz 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' 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 legit bitch 

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 niggaz 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, nigga, 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 nigga 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 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