Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Certified Gangstas , by - The Game. Release date: 17.07.2011
Song language: English
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 |