Certified Gangsta

Jim Jones

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    [Verse: Jim Jones]
    You know I keep my eyes wide
    East side high risers
    West side low riders
    vest with the four-fire
    Yes I fo sho fire
    D-I-P low rider
    See police, slow the ride
    See scwalay , nigga
    'Cause they be thinking that the ride stolen
    Keep your head up and your eyes open
    Load the lead up while the ride rollin
    Creep up on a motha like what you say fucka
    Well fuck him and if he live smoke him
    We don't appeal to the law
    You know we ride this motherfucker till them wheels fall off
    And the first bastard get fly
    You know blad, blad, blad, was my reply
    89 wolf pack and we wylin
    P-89 pull gats 'cause we violent, shit, yea
    We put coke on the strip
    Don't quote me boy 'cause I ain't said shit

    [Chorus: Bezel]
    Since I made a gang of bucks
    Nah I ain't been hanging much
    Still slide through fly coupes, and the chains is plush
    Keep the banger tucked 'case I had to bang a fuck
    'Cause we Certified Gangstas
    All day we hanging smut, dog with a gang of ducks
    Hundred grand on the hand, Game got the range of trucks
    Kill wit the deal, still got cane to cut
    'Cause we Certified Gangstas

    [Verse: Cam'Ron]
    We still in ages of glocks
    Razors or octs
    'Cause I lay in the drop
    Pump the base on the pocket
    Move the H on our block, in front of H&R Block
    See the face on our watch, put your face on our cock
    I keep the looga hug
    Show you how to use the snub
    Whoop-te-woo, fuck around be you I plug
    I don't do the drugs, baby I move the drugs
    Right on the computer love, it sound like computer love
    Duck the cop-cappers
    And them top-hatters
    Fock flavors, harlem world we got gators
    Not dead I said they alive
    Lions, Tigers, Bears, oh my
    It's a straight zoo
    A to Z, May to April
    Bring the Apes through
    Fuck around you be ape food, baked food
    9 bitches 8 dudes
    Diamond visions, great cubes
    Get it straight fool

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    [Chorus]

    [Verse: Jim Jones]
    You know I ride through Lennox
    All eyes on my pendant
    But I'm moving like oh dog was ridding a menace
    With that automatic weapon, blowing live through my tennant
    While I'm breezin' through the jects, blowing live on the tennants
    I'm pouring liquor for the dead and gone
    And we retaly same night, load the blinkers with the leaders on
    We come to get you till the dead and morn
    (Knock, Knock wake up mothafucker, you know who it is)
    Killa and Jones coppin one dawn
    Big birds, the rocks and our charms
    He got the bird, the glocks in my palm
    I got the word from King Joffrey the bomb
    My nigga zeekey surely a hard rock
    How he survived them 40-sum-odd shots
    As we ride he screamed out eastside
    All the time as I reply

    [Chorus]

    Información de la canción

    Composición: Cam Ron, Jim Jones, Bang y Jay Bezel

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