Lyrical Breakdown of Behind Gates - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Behind Gates" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how E-40 weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Behind Gates" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that E-40 employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to E-40's narrative.

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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 Oooh