Behind Gates (feat. Ice Cube) - E-40

All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard The West coast warlord and the future is today 'Cause tomorrow that shit never come I worry 'bout today and this urban decay I worry 'bout Hip-Hop, when did it flip-flop? Get whack and turn into gridlock I don't know, is it a government plot? I don't give a fuck whether you love it or not That's all we got and if you throw it away You dumb as OJ, off a for-tay In your Izod, this the rap God What'chu gon' put up in your iPod? Downloader, what'chu gon' do When your favorite MC got to sue you? 'Cause he got to eat, ain't nothin' taboo Get your ass beat by Erykah Badu 'Cause you wanna steal this good music Put me out of business, now you lose it Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle You better ride all day, ride all night Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow Tomorrow, I'ma handle my business But today, I'ma drink this liquor 'Cause tomorrow I might be a little quicker But today I'm just the same old nigga You know that shit is still a day away Do yo' thang baby, put your life on layaway 'Cause everybody is Nostradamus Boy, don't you know that tomorrow ain't promised? To all the lil' mamas Don't do a nigga like Isiah Thomas If you a bitch, please be honest Actin' like a hoe, you're not an angel While you're daydreamin 'bout your future Motherfucker come around the corner and shoot you Don'tcha get stuck in neutral Put your shit in drive, while you still alive 'cause Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle I'ma ride all day, ride all night Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow Tomorrow, that shit never come I know it sounds strange but today is never done I'm up in the Range when the clock strikes one While y'all countin sheep, I'm countin' Benja-mons Up on my feet at the break of the sun President of the Gangster Nation We don't go to war, we go to the store We rob from the rich and give to the poor Hip-Hop, oh what a bore Lettin' college motherfuckers run the front door Fuck that, let's take it back to the streets Don't let Viacom dictate the heat The nerve of them, I never heard of them Askin' me about my urban spins And if I got about a thousand of them I'm a great MC accordin' to them, fuck that Tomorrow, don't you worry 'bout tomorrow That shit never come This is very hard to swallow Get your ass up, man Keep your hand up on that throttle We're gon' ride all night, ride all night Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow (All hail to the West coast, I am the grand wizard) This is very hard to swallow (The West coast warlord, the future is today) Keep your hand up on that throttle (Get your grind on, mayne, get your grind on, mayne) (Get your grind on) Don't you worry 'bout tomorrow

Oh, Cali? No doubt LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby, no doubt LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby, no doubt LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby, no doubt LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby West, West, y'all, pile it on your plate A little somethin' somethin' from the Golden State Nah, we ain't like Kobe and Shaq It's Magic and Kareem *** showtime is back True legends, two steppin' on you peasants What y'all thought? Y'all gon' need 'bout two vests' 'Cause when he plug, I plug Mixed shot with the slug, listen here, cuzz, when I dig dug Play slick and get stuck But don't play tough, boy, go and get it up Hey yo, Cube, tell me this Why half of the homies gettin' worked *** Then they fall in love and get hurt by *** Nine months later, cuzz got mirked *** See I'm just a *** that you don't wanna Reverse the game on her, put the *** on a corner Welcome to California LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby, no doubt LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby, no doubt (Welcome to Cali) LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby, no doubt (Welcome to Cali) LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby (Welcome to Cali) Come hit the town, drop down *** LAX, top down *** I'm scoopin' you up, you rollin' or what? I know what you came for, I'm rollin' it up Snoop Dogg *** y'all hold up Never thought Ice Cube would show up But I'm in the studio gettin' *** up With a beat from Battlecat, a *** lucked up I got my hustle down, look and learn See how a hot *** cook and burn A *** earn like David Stern Mixed with Big Worm when he off that *** now Bust a U-turn, come by your hood For motherf*** that think I went Hollywood Pick a coast, it got to be the west I live out there, from the W.S., West Side LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby, no doubt LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby, no doubt (Welcome to Cali) LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby, no doubt (Welcome to Cali) LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby (Welcome to Cali) Fell asleep on the plane and so did he Woke up chillin' in the LBC I grew up in the *** But that ain't what I turned out to be Understand me that I'm still a G Who ain't never spent a day in the penitentiary Now I'm rappin' with Snoop D O double G And got the whole *** world *** lovin' me Yep, yep, they love him to death 'Cause he walk under water without gettin' wet Roll through the neighborhood without gettin' checked So gone and so blown, 'Are We There Yet?' You wonder why I got the 'S' on my chest 'Cause I'm a motherf*** vet from the 'Wild Wild West' I used to sing Bennie and the Jets So boss now I sip Henny on my jets From the East back to the West LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby, no doubt LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby, no doubt (Welcome to Cali) LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby, no doubt (Welcome to Cali) LAX, oh, Cali? No doubt, baby, no doubt (Welcome to Cali)

Attention, all parents Report to your local therapist Report to your local church Report to your local police department It's goin' down Glaring into my son's eyes reveals a void I felt her in the day (insanity) It was all about the pussy If you can get it A little girl like me never fucking liked it We ain't takin' no mo' We ain't takin' no mo', go So save me (I'm not fucking around) (Stop fucking with me) And the children are born You feel it through me You're the children of the Korn Droppin' smoke in the alley Makin' noise with the double pump Bring your boys to the party, we can double up Double rowdy, double 'bout it Hardcore teenager Fucking bitches major! Catch me if you can Fuck the law with my dick in my hand We comin' rough Generation triple X We all about the weed, smoke and the kinky sex Nigga, what? So save me And the children are born You feel it through me (Stop fuckin' with me) You're the children of the Korn You feel it through me (Stop fuckin' with me) We're the children of the Korn Called a fag all my life Then I got it so fine It's so pretty like me (Insanity) Go figure, once a fag Now a player Baptized and born I'm the children of the Korn Children of the Korn Children of the Korn I'm the first born Fuck authority Hit your ass in the head with my 40 You gon' see more of me After school, you better run to your car Class clown, I already know I'm a star The children of the Korn was born From your porn ass, twisted ass ways Now you look amazed I'm sitting in a daze in a purple haze You better check my pulse 'Cause nothing seems to faze Biatch! Nothin' seems to faze Children of the Korn, the children of the Korn Look and see, I feel the parents hating me (Hurt me, you hurt me) Why don't you step outside and feel me? (Feel me, feel me, feel me) How you gonna tell me where to skate, who to date How to fuck, how to kiss Who to love, who to diss How to live, what it is Somethin' gotta give Parents or the kids, it won't be the kids What? It won't be the kids We're talking shit, 'cause life is a bitch You know it is Everybody tryin' to get rich, goddamn! All I wanna do is live, all I wanna do is live All I wanna do is live (All I wanna do is live) All I wanna do is live (All I wanna do is live) All I wanna do is live All I wanna do is live All I want to do (Insanity) All I want to do (Insanity) All I want to do is live Stop fucking with me, bitch!

I've seen a lot pain since I was a child so (Pray for me) I've done a few things that just ain't right so (Pray for me) What I've been through would make you cry so (Pray for me, pray for me) I'm trying to change my life so (Pray for me) Ain't no dope on the streets, mayne, I'm behind in my rent I ain't got nothing to show for all the fedi that I done spent I told my mom where the cash at, my live insurance policy is the money She been planning on using to bury me My ribs touching, my paper struggling, mayne All my life I been hustling, running in place But can't seem to finish the race See dudes get whopped in the face Get plucked like a bass, flew in the space for senselessness That's why I stayed prayed up and say my grace Even when I'm blended Never know when your life is suspended God can take his arms from around you and easily end it At any time, any place, any where I know my life has been spared on several occasions Suckas hating, I'm still here I can block for what's lost and never talk again to each other Why does it take a funeral to bring a family together? Bad weather always looks worse through a window Stressing and rubbing my temples I make it look easy but it's really not all that simple I've seen a lot pain since I was a child so (Pray for me) I've done a few things that just ain't right so (Pray for me) What I've been through would make you cry so (Pray for me) I'm trying to change my life so (Pray for me) Young dude full of soul food, mama cooking pork chops Uncle slapping dominos, sister playing hop scotch And this was before the block got hot and infected And everybody knew my grand daddy well respected, check it Time went on and the game began I was losing comrades either death or the penn I was losing comrades but I'm stacking them ends We ever go to 600, we losing our friends When grand mama passed that's when it all went bad Aunties don't talk, my cousins fighting is bad In the snow Thanksgiving is like the ones we had and it's sad So I express through a pen and a pad I'm on my third wind pimpin' and knowing Jesus is with me Ain't no weapon form against me, back in common defeating I've been posted in the cut when them angels come get me Until that day, homie, just pray for me I've seen a lot pain since I was a child so (Pray for me) I've done a few things that just ain't right so (Pray for me) What I've been through would make you cry so (Pray for me) I'm trying to change my life so (Pray for me) My kinfolk, baby, momma on welfare, they house is bigger than ours 'Cause they got section 8 vouchers, W.I.C. and benefit cards My home girl daughter diabetic, she like to eat a whole lot She only 9 and a half and taking insulin shots My dude got a heart condition, his ankle be swollen 'Cause he got high blood pressure and he refuse to quit smoking But I'm no better than y'all, I like to drink alcohol Break out the pen and start writing about the things that I saw Like kilo grams of that [Incomprehensible] Peruvian flake Wrapped in aluminum foil and duck tape Bust open and throwed in the pot, foamy and mush Melted and locked in a shape of a gigantic size white cookie Put on the towel to dry and broken down into zips Quarters and half of 16's and yola get flipped I maintain my faith in G O D 'cause it's just a test Repent, we confess, ask for gratefulness, yes, I'm blessed I've seen a lot pain since I was a child so (Pray for me) I've done a few things that just ain't right so (Pray for me) What I've been through would make you cry so (Pray for me, pray for me) I'm trying to change my life so (Pray for me) I'm here right now (Pray for me) I need y'all to take this, I need y'all to take this pain away (Pray for me) I'm trying, feels like I'm dying (Pray for me) I need y'all to pray for me, oh, Lord (Pray for me) Every time I look around (Pray for me) Somebody got something to say (Pray for me) I need y'all to pray for me (Pray for me) I'm trying to do the right thing (Pray for me) Pray for me

Y'all can't fuck wit me (repeated) Y'all can't fuck with me, chain around my neck same colour as pee In the bay they call it wet like the ocean and the sea I'm throwing up my set and I'm yelling out the V Vallejo California y'all players tops like armour all Paper long like a conference call Ducking and dodging Johnny law Wanna ball like Chris [?] but I'm not in the NBA My DBA is selling alcohol, music and real estate We done came a long way, charlie hustle in my DNA Same product different hustle, different plinay ODB DB and E-40 November 15th, we share the same birthday Scorpio mines is Prodigy like the homie Lil Booise Real ones love us fake ones hate us, wanna smoke me like a loosie Wanna pluck me like a guitar It's not a movie this ain't pixar I got an uzi for any sucker wanna shoot me My criminal lawyer is Dan Russo My entertainment lawyer is Bob Lieberman The bail bonds that I choose is Ann Hill Just in case this hustler go to jail I'm a side bail when it comes to these coins, come to these coins Mack game, my dollar coin like dollar coins Crack game, seen it and lived it, been in it and done it Rap game really and truly is all i wanted My car might get to poppin a wheely Zero to sixty, the manifold open She start my nigga bitch hella pretty hold it! Panty's be sticky, soaking! They can't fuck wit me man! They can't fuck wit me! This beat will make you raise your eyebrows Fuck your radio and PPM we got pandora now Spotify and sirius satellite For the PBs that act like ass wipes Have my money taller than giraffe necks Papered up like a cheque One of my favourite pistols is a SPringfield Better duck before you get wet I got diamonds and a trapezium in my delotids When theres a problem i let my binoys drop my tinnoys Fucking around let me rubble with a soup box bubble Extra extra, bring back double My life is important and it ain't ever been boring We don't believe in no yawning we up all night till the morning She attracted she like me, she say im saucy and icy She know im active and mighty she want me to smash it and pie sheet

All my little bad bitches in here If you came to get ratchet, say "yeah" Baby, touch your toes We can get freaky, have an episode Tell me is ya with that Episode, tell me is ya with that I don't like it, I love it, I wanna grip it and touch it I'm tryna hit it and fuck it, stab it and stick it and stuck it Get you to lick it and suck it and kiss it after I nutted We can be friends, ain't gotta be seen in the public I'm about that verb, that action, have that coochie having contractions When I be smashing and smacking and sapping, thrusting and thrashing Sit back and relax and have a glass of this bottle Earl Stevens selections: mango moscato Handbag by Selena, seem like I already knew ya Beautiful girl, you so bad, look like somebody done drew ya My eyes salute ya, you a sight for sore eyes, booty and thighs You and yo' girls should get with me and my guys Come and get a bar of this mackin', baby girl, get rid of that sap He ain't real, he a fraud, baby girl, that dude is a cat! When he first intervened, he bought you flowers, no doubt But once he got in good, he started doggin' you out Shawty in love with them gangstas, that's why she holla at me A country nigga be whipping at 50 thousand a ki' You just be giving her, getting her, I just fill her with D Even though she cute and petite, freaky, discreet She got SS on her booty, well, them tattoos on her cheek Make me wanna take her to a island, we could do it for weeks Girl, let me Birkin your bag, Jimmy Choo on your feet Let me get you out of the Jag and in that Bentley GT I'm on the west coast, droptop riding, fool With E-40 sitting with me, we riding, fool Hustle Gang bang green, we tried thems truths Somebody told you otherwise, they lied to you I bet it all, roll the dice, bet, bet Quarter mil' on me in the bag, check that Them suckas don't like it but they gon' respect that Spend the night, have a episode, you won't forget that, check that Girl, I came here with all my niggas and all this liquor Said she want a threesome, I'm gon' lick her From the bottom to the top, take it down I'mma roll the weed but she gon' break it down It's not my fault if that's yo' girl Cause she wanna leave with a real nigga Pussy on my balls, her panties in my car Before your nigga call, you know I gotta get it

Mack game, let me explain the fundamentals Charge a bitch like incidentals Put the peas up in the pot without the lentils When it come to getting paper, I'm low-key instrumental You bound to find me up in an Avis mini-van rental Player wanna lock this dog up in a kennel Hustle hard, never gentle My life is a movie, it's action-filled, it's suspenseful Play to win, never play to lose, I refuse Kids gotta eat, need some school shoes Can't spend my cop money, gotta cop Gotta pay my lawyer in case I get popped Stapler in my Under Armour boxer briefs We don't play for give, bitch, we play for keeps When it come to getting gouda, nigga, I'm a beast Bring it to your door like Uber Eats I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel, carpal tunnel Took her to the strip club, dropped her off Gotta watch her, though, 'cause she sell soft Met her off Smirnoff, Red Bull Like it in her gut with her hair pulled B-la fuck around, like to smoke weed Bunch of purple shit and palm leaf 140 acres, all trees Carpal tunnel, nigga, when we off these I don't think they know, I'm the one to count Pitcher from the block tryna strike me out Pack turned down, called to psyche me out Trips out of town then they wipe me out Sick Wid it, my nigga, we follow no law G-string, little bling, nigga, no bra Counting hella dough, hella cole slaw She wake me in the morning, she be old flow I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel, carpal tunnel Block jumpin' like a trampoline Nigga gotta move mean They smirkish and they lurkin' and they plot and scheme They strung out on that crystal and promethazine Be careful who talkin' 'round, watch your speech Put a contract on my head, it's gon' get breeched Reverse the bounty, turn the hit around I know all the ones on your soil that's really getting down Yeah, bet your money on a rollercoaster Nigga livin' good 'til the wanted poster Then it's retreat up out the streets Different city every week, all bunch of suites And beware of the paper trail Never use your debit, nigga, they could tell Have you shut down in a cell Hoping you'll snitch, won't even tell I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel I know how the streets work Residue on my T-shirt Hatin' ass niggas be disgruntled I'm sitting up counting this paper, paper I'm getting carpal tunnel, carpal tunnel