Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Certified Official , by - DomingoRelease date: 12.05.2002
Song language: English
Certified Official |
| Puffing good shit, even though that bullshit’s cheaper |
| It’s magic, we’re turning this bag into ether |
| It’s madness, smoke fumes leaking out your speaker |
| Domingo brought heat, here comes the heat seaker |
| Rakaa, fights for the rights of free thinkers |
| Rakaa, lyrics the life effects linger |
| The record companies send biters after me though |
| A bunch of dead clones is what I might bring 'em |
| Oh things have changed, try not to complain |
| Even though they’re pulling cats off of trains and planes |
| It’s hard relaxing in coach reading Maxim |
| Legs cramped, still globe trotting for Expansion |
| Clap to the live libation you clap |
| Dilated, L.A. vibrating the map |
| I’m a preacher’s son, annotated from way back |
| Official Joints got missiles pointed straight at your hat |
| Yo, another execution, built from scratch |
| Split finger fast and hard to catch |
| Another roach in the ash, a new opening act |
| Another day has passed, let’s turn checks to cash |
| Procedures, flows and features, options got |
| Kits of stock shit, polished spotless, cop it |
| Domingo bangs beats out like Ringo |
| Starr for your streets and heat for your car |
| Every line is a bar, every word is my bond |
| Every snare high and kicks is from my peeps moved on |
| Yo crew’s pop for every bass tone and loop chop |
| Fuck who’s hot and who’s not, stay on point |
| Stay on joint and stay low key |
| And stay close to my people who are close to me |
| Yo peace Defari, Heiro, Extra Polific |
| It is kind of different so let’s get specific |
| Yo, is your hand on the wheel? |
| Steer, you in control |
| Take your foot off the gas now hit cruise control |
| What happened to me? |
| Nah what happened to you? |
| I’m at the lab, I throw a party on Capitol’s roof |
| Acting a fool |
| Music? |
| Dear |
| Like my Peoples and so I share true feeling far and near |
| The odds I favor this year |
| Fuck the format, loud and clear |
| Yo, let’s get specific y’all |
| Right here |
| You don’t even need to shine light here |
| I got light |
| Homie I’m spitting the spot light |
| I way I snap bristle with Joints that’s Official |
| Spectators wince and say damn that’s not right |
| All night marauding for ears, water to water |
| And build bridges to reach new sons and new daughters |
| Bab’s on the scratch |
| Expansion Team stay up bat |
| We true crusaders of rap |
| It’s like that y’all |