Certified

[Intro: Akon & Glasses Malone] Upfront Akon and Glasses, uh-huh Konvict Music (G Malone) Akon and Glasses, uh-huh [Verse 1: Glasses Malone] Niggas spit fairy tale, G issue the facts Not Jeezy but I sold my fair issue of crack Not Weezy but Malone got that hustler's music And them hustlers use it, serve customers to it Went from two to three hundred, got the Mexicans down Hundred Crips, hundred Bloods, hundred Mexicans now Hundred round in the clip, man who wanna get dumb With the New West breds on these A-Town drums? With the New West breds that he callin' to play And we sackin' wack rappers, niggas call it a day Down South, call 'em choppers; home, call it a K Either way, ambulances come and haul 'em away This Blu Division bitch, I'm the soul of the crew Honey girls on my heels like the soul of my shoe Got Toomp in da kitchen, let it simmer and cook Now 'Kon, break it on down and deliver the hook (Let's go~!!) [Hook: Akon] I ain't for all that beefin' Got niggas to bust your head for no reason Ask around the streets, man I'm certified Cross seas, all my customers are satisfied See I ain't for all that beefin' Matter of fact, I'm trying to chill with the squeezin' Ask around the hood, man I'm certified And I'd hate to have to put a bullet in your mind [Verse 2: Glasses Malone] Got the Bloods on my team, who gon' fuck with cuz? I'm heavy in the streets, nigga fuck the club I make G's bounce and wanna buck the snub Takin' down everything, you spending bucks to plug I was just a little pissed I didn't sign with Jay A mil' plus, couple months, feelin' fine today Mil' plus, couple blunts, they say he runnin' the hood And I'm laughin at you rap niggas runnin' from Suge Talk greasy on your records, stop pushin me ho Face to face, turn bitch, you lil' pussies exposed You a mark, I'm a G, so when you pop ya checks You can buy any car but not the street's respect One of few gangsta rappers that the streets respect And plaques and nothin' less is what the streets expect Got Toomp in da kitchen, let it simmer and cook Now 'Kon, break it on down and deliver the hook (Let's go~!!) [Hook: Akon] I ain't for all that beefin' Got niggas to bust your head for no reason Ask around the streets, man I'm certified Cross seas, all my customers are satisfied See I ain't for all that beefin' Matter of fact, I'm trying to chill with the squeezin' Ask around the hood, man I'm certified And I'd hate to have to put a bullet in your mind [Verse 3: Glasses Malone] Watt's up lil mama? Watt's up? Watt's up lil mama? Watt's up? Watt's up lil mama? Watt's up? You won't find another nigga spittin' Eastier shit I'm hot on the West, hot in the South Fuck bars, nigga hot for puttin' Glocks in ya mouth Fuck bars, it's the flow, so easy and smooth Charismatic on the mic like Eazy and Cube No attitude though, fuck stoppin' the grind No whitey in my mix, homie, robbing me blind Go hyphy in this bitch, only problem is time 'Cause my Bentley watch broke but got the properest shine In the base model 5 but the BRABUS in line Once I made back ends, it's the Maybach Benz Got Toomp in da kitchen, let it simmer and cook Now 'Kon, break it on down and deliver the hook (Let's go~!!) [Hook: Akon] I ain't for all that beefin' Got niggas to bust your head for no reason Ask around the streets, man I'm certified Cross seas, all my customers are satisfied See I ain't for all that beefin' Matter of fact, I'm trying to chill with the squeezin' Ask around the hood, man I'm certified And I'd hate to have to put a bullet in your mind [Outro: Akon] Akon and Glasses, uh-huh Konvict Music