| Easy mon
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| Let me tell y’all what’s about to happen
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| First of all I got the Mo City Don
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| The King of the Ghetto, you pick the title
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| Then I got my homie
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| The young South Park flame thrower
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| Kaza up in here with me
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| Ha, ha
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| Oh, by the way, it’s ya boy
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| The Dead End OG
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| K-Rino
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| See alot of cats do what we do
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| But they don’t do it how we do it
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| So in order for you to qualify for your G card
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| You gotta be certified
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| Shoutout to Klondike Kat
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| Let’s do this
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| We pulled up five deep in the dark Lincoln
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| Shut the party down like ya momma when she start drinking
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| I’m bare-hugging the game it ain’t no getting lose
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| I’ll leave ya sickle a gallon in a two-month old chitlin juice
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| If I aim I’m goin hit’cha
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| My shots are like ya wife when ya leave home for work I won’t miss ya
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| Some of my actions ain’t psychologically sensible
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| I’m invincible; |
| my office is where they send the principal
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| Your girl is trippin dude and honestly you should check her
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| Cause right now she’s on my woo-woo-woody woodpecker
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| You play with us ya leave and you’ll be on the bus deceived
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| And when you see me you should apologize to me just for breathing
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| I put the game down heavy like Petey Wheatstraw
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| You’re strong enough to flip a grown elephant off a see-saw
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| Bill your juices up to try me it goes to be in a hospital hooked on spiritual IV
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| I know they hate that we this live, cause we straight certified
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| Many tried and got they whole mind state murderlized
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| We was mashing out the gate and you was late to arrive
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| Like walking in a eight-O-clock meeting at eight thirty-five
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| Uh, I know they goin hate though
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| King of the ghetto what they call me I’m the new Nate Dogg
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| Disrespected with the media they just can’t wait though
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| Not try’na spend it up I’m try’na make ya face break though
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| They mad at me cause I be shining that ho
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| I’m like cracked nails on the south board I’m grinding that ho
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| Signature ink linking through the check I’m signing that ho
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| And all these golf balls lil daddy, yeah the diamonds that low
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| I’m winning to die for mine
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| So if I catch you by yoself you better get quick up with’cha hind that I am
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| with mine
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| Z-Ro is a rolling stone
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| And the day I make my handy might kick up and at least pussy is my new home
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| I’m feeling so Pimp C right now call me Ro Chad
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| And the rumor start fore I want y’all to see me so I don’t go fast
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| In the strip club I become richer cause all I do is throw cash
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| I’m a whip yo ass so fast
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| I tell em I am Kaza the stand that I’m certified
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| Worm sharper than the spikes of a porcupine
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| And I don’t do too much talking I just hold the nines
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| Chiropractor bullets send em through em let em ark ya spine
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| The school of hard knocks and nick I’m the fatuity
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| A.R's, neck and lavish your life’s a catastrophe
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| Back to the factory, running manufactory
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| Polo type, FDA’s a proof satisfactory
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| Ammunition gang mothafucka with’cha guns hide
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| S.P.A. |
| niggas south
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| The school street fighting now I’m looking like Plunge guy
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| Big boy trucks, sponsor by a tunk
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| Got gorillas in the dark, face turned the lamp on it
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| Reno addressed it stamp on it
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| Fifty percent sleeping forty percent kept on it
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| Metaphor Ziploc delivery clemped on it
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| KAZA! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Certified (feat. Z-Ro & Kaza) , by - K Rino. Song from the album K-Rino and the Texas All-Stars (South Park Coalition), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп