Say Earl, let's get it crack-a-latin' in this bitch
Uhh, nigga nigga nigga, uhh, y'know, y'know, y'know, uhh
Ice Cube and E-40 up in this motherfucker
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, for reezo, we go
Get the Desert Eagle, blast on your Regal, ya dug?
No California love, California slugs
From California Bloods, and California Cuz'
We ain't ridin' them little itty-bitty ass wheels in the town
Like you might see on shoppin' carts
Fine fry mustard, romanic zenas and bold clothes
Robbers all on horse, then I'm bluffin', I'm less than nothin'
A constipated dude, constantly fartin', I'm really supposed to be
Shittin' on fools, peep, Ice Cube and E-40
Doin' a track together, that's heat, playas
It don't get no better than this pimpin', that's heat
Two of the most, grizzliest and godzilla ass niggas
To ever touch the mic, touch the mic
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin' it real, two niggas from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
It's nothin' to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin' it real, two niggas from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
It's nothin' to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail
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 carcasses, slide through the park
And come back every fifteen minutes in a different car
On the strength of flamboastin' for all purposes
Smokin' burners, finger on my thumper
In this concrete habitat
Never know when you just might have to put a head on flat
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 ol' gates, we got big ol', big ol'
Nickel plates, who is it?
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin' it real, two niggas from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
It's nothin' to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin' it real, two niggas from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
It's nothin' to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail
Let me tell you, broke niggas can't offend me
Evidently your Bentley must've 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
Roamin' through this neighborhood, fool nice to know ya
Fakin' like you got the bacon
With that tickin' ass Rolex, a nigga blast to the solar plex'
My roots, Florida projects, playas shootin' craps pimpin'
Placin' side bets, head full of naps pimpin'
Bunch of roughnecks, play the old tracks mayne
Money, cars, sex, servin' cocaine
White girl, wedding dress, in the dope game
Block cleaners, hoppin' out of my Ford Excursion truck
With heaters, poppin' at all my enemies, better duck
Even though I'm makin' tapes I'm still stuck
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin' it real, two niggas from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
It's nothin' to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin' it real, two niggas from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
It's nothin' to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin' it real, two niggas from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
It's nothin' to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail
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