Behind Gates E-40 (Ft. Ice Cube)

[Intro: Ice Cube & (E-40)]
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)

[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
I gotta say some shit 'fore we start the single
I'm sick of motherfuckers bitin' 40 lingo
Every time 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 California cuz

[Verse 2: E-40]
You 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 Zeniths and Vogues toes
[?] or Lowenharts
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 niggas
To ever touch the mic (Touch the mic)