Jim Jones Feat.Game & cam'ron
Certified Gangsta Lyrics
Jim Jones swervin', I got that purple and blue 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 movin' car, if that thang come come
out,its murder she wrote
If doc come out its 30 impalas on a boat
N****,we do this everyday,llamas under the thermal,waitin'
by your stairs like Mary J beat n****z ride dirty like
Jazzy pha, cash is clay, knockin' n****z out on the other day
bring mac your way,me and santana blowin'in the crowd like
danny hathoway
West Side blood gang, n****s know what im about and they know
im ruff rydin so they knock them selfs out
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Since i made a gang of bucks,no i anit been hangin'much
Still slid through,fly coupes and the change is plush
Keep the banga tucked, in case i gotta bang a ****
Cuz we certified Gangstas
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,
C squad me n****, they think the rides stolen
Keep yo head up and yo eyes open,low to let him, while
the ride rollin'creep up on a mok like, what you say f**ka?
well **** him well if he live smoke him we dont appeal to
the law you know we ride this muthaf**ka, till the wheels
11 fall off
And the first bastard get fly you know Blat Blat Blat
Was my reply,89 wolfpack and be wilin,P89 pull gats cuz we
violent,****,yea we put coke on the strip dont quote me
boy i anit said ****
(Chorus)
All day we hangin' smut dog, wit a gang of ducks
hurdred grand on our hand, cam git the ranger truck
kill wit the deal still got cain to cut cuz we certified
gangsta
Cam'ron
look at the ranges on glocks, raise our oxs i lay on the
dock pump the bass on the pac put the H on our block,in
front of H on our block see the face on my watch, put yo face
on my cock I keep the luger hug, show you how to use the
snub Whoopty who,**** around it be you i plug, i dont do
the drugs baby i move the drugs right on the computer love,
sounds like computer love, duck 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
**** around youll be ape food, bake food, nine b****es eight dudes,
Diamond visions, great cubes, get it straight fool
(chorus)
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