the game - certified gangstas lyrics
the game-
jim jones swervin, i got that purple i blow
tight grip on the escalade pole
yeah harlem just like compton, thats just how i roll
red bandana wrapped around the chrome 44
gun smokin like suge’s cigar, show me how you stunt
get thrown out of a moving car
if that thang come come out, its murder she wrote
if doc come out its 30 impalas on a boat
n-gga, we do this everyday,llamas under the thermal
waitin by your stairs like mary j
beat n-ggas ride dirty like jazzy pha, cashiss clay
knockin n-ggas out on the after day
bring the mac your way,me and santana
blowin in the crowd like donny hathaway
west side blood gang,n-ggas know what im about
and they know im ruff rydin so they knock them selfs out
chorus
bezel:
since i made a gang of bucks
no i ain’t been hangin much
still slide through,fly coupes and the change is plush
keep the banga tucked, in case i gotta bang a f-ck
cuz we certified gangstas
all day we hangin sm-t dog, wit a gang of ducks
hundred grand on our hand, cam got the ranger truck
k!ll wit the deal, still got caine to cut
cuz we certified gangstas
jim jones-
you know i keep my eyes wide,east side high rise
its west side lowriders, vest wit the 4 5s
yes i fo sho fire, dip low rida, see police slow the ride
see squalie n-gga, cuz they think the rides stolen
keep yo head up adn yo eyes open, load the lead up
while the ride rollin, creep up on em like
what you say f-cka? well f-ck him,well if he live smoke him
we dont appeal to the law
you know we ride this m-th-f-cka
till the wheels ll fall off
and the first b-st-rd get fly
you know blat blat blat
was my reply, 89 wolfpack and be wilin
p89 pull gats cuz we violent,f-ck
yea, we put c0ke on the strip dont quote
me boy i ain’t said sh-t
chorus
bezel:
since i made a gang of bucks
no i ain’t been hangin much
still slide through,fly coupes
and the change is plush
keep the banga tucked, in case i gotta bang a f-ck
cuz we certified gangstas
all day we hangin sm-t dog, wit a gang of ducks
hundred grand on our hand
cam got the ranger truck
k!ll wit the deal, still got caine to cut
cuz we certified gangstas
cam’ron-
look at the ranges on glocks,raise our oxs
i lay on the dock, pump the b-ss on the pac
put the h on our block, in front of h&r block
see the face on my watch, put yo face on my c-ck
i keep the luger hug,show you how to use the snub
whoopty who, f-ck around itl be you i plug
i dont do the drugs, baby i move the drugs
right on the computer love, sounds like computer love
duck the cop cappas, and the top hatas, fock flavas
harlem world we got gatas, not dead i said they alive, lions
tigers bears, oh my
this is straight zoo, a to z, may to april
bring the apes through, f-ck
around youll be ape food, bake food, nine b-tches eight dudes
diamond visions, great cubes, get it straight fool
chorus
bezel:
since i made a gang of bucks
no i ain’t been hangin much
still slide through,fly coupes and the change is plush
keep the banga tucked, in case i gotta bang a f-ck
cuz we certified gangstas
all day we hangin sm-t dog, wit a gang of ducks
hundred grand on our hand, cam got the ranger truck
k!ll wit the deal, still got caine to cut
cuz we certified gangstas
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