Lyrics Certified Gangstas - The Game, Jim Jones, Lil' Flip

Certified Gangstas

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
Nigga, we do this everyday, llamas under the thermal
Waitin by your stairs like Mary J
Beat niggas ride dirty like Jazzy Pha, Cashiss Clay
Knockin niggas out on the after day
Bring the mac your way, me and santana
Blowin in the crowd like Donny Hathaway
West side blood gang, niggas know what im about
And they know im ruff rydin so they knock them selfs out
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 fuck
Cuz we certified gangstas
All day we hangin smut dog, wit a gang of ducks
Hundred grand on our hand, cam got the ranger truck
Kill 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 nigga, 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 fucka?
well fuck him, well if he live smoke him
We dont appeal to the law
You know we ride this muthafucka
Till the wheels ll 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, fuck
Yea, we put coke on the strip dont quote
Me boy i ain’t said shit
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 fuck
Cuz we certified gangstas
All day we hangin smut dog, wit a gang of ducks
Hundred grand on our hand
Cam got the ranger truck
Kill 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 bass 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 cock
I keep the luger hug, show you how to use the snub
Whoopty who, fuck 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, fuck
Around youll be ape food, bake food, nine bitches eight dudes
Diamond visions, great cubes, get it straight fool
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 fuck
Cuz we certified gangstas
All day we hangin smut dog, wit a gang of ducks
Hundred grand on our hand, cam got the ranger truck
Kill wit the deal, still got caine to cut
Cuz we certified gangstas