[Intro: Glasses Malone, Lil Wayne & Akon]
I'm certified, baby (And this the remix)
Remix, baby!
Akon and Glasses
Akon and Glasses (Hahaha)
G Malone
[Verse 1: Glasses Malone, Lil Wayne & Akon]
Niggas spit fairy tales, G issue the facts
Not Jeezy, but I sold my fair issue of crack
Not Weezy (Ya dig?) but Weezy right here
Man, this Cash Money Records, let me make it quite clear (Uh-huh)
Walkin' with the red's like fucking with the town
Know a pierce Watts nigga make a square bow down (Whoop whoop!)
I'm certified baby, you better ask Cube (Yeah)
Better tread light like you wearin' glass shoes (Yeah, uh-huh)
Check these Crown Holder jeans, you don't really want beef
I'm in nice town, chillin', Young Chris, Young Neef
Or I'm down in the A with the boy Bo Hagon
Or catch me in the H, Pimp got my trunk wavin' (Uh-huh)
Find me in the 90 South, sourin' with a Nato trick (Trick)
Hex Murder, them my boys out the D's (Detroit)
Mistah F.A.B. in the Bay, Three 6 in Tennessee
I'm certified baby, they just pretend to be (Akon and Glasses)
[Chorus: Akon & Lil Wayne]
I ain't for all that beefin'
Got niggas to buck shells for no reason (Remix, baby!)
Ask around the streets, man, I'm certified
Across seas, all my customers are satisfied
See, I ain't for all that beefin'
A matter of fact, I'm tryin' to chill with the squeezin' (Remix, baby!)
Ask around the hood, man, I'm certified
And I hate to have to put a bullet in your mind, yeah
[Verse 2: Bun B & Akon]
I'm G'd up from the feet up, so speed up
You ho'd up from the floor up, so ease up
It's G's up, everybody else get low
Cause I'ma put a hater on lockdown like it's get mo (Whoa, uh-huh)
I get more money, I spit more fire (Spit more fire)
I knock real boppers and sit more higher (What)
UGK for life 'til death and I'm no liar
It's R.I.P. to the Pimp 'til the day I expire (Uh-huh)
I'ma rep for the team (Team) I got it on my back (Back)
Like Agnus holdin' on to the world, and that's a fact
I'ma hop off in this slab (Slab) then get back on the grind (On the grind)
So I can keep this Trill movement on they mind (On they mind, uh-huh)
Rockin' my Coogi Air Jordans and a beanie hat (Beanie hat)
Sippin' on syrup and white, can you see that? (See that?)
UGK for life is more than a tattoo
Disrespect, we comin' at you; me, Wayne (Akon and Glasses)
[Chorus: Akon, Lil Wayne & Kam]
I ain't for all that beefin'
Got niggas to buck shells for no reason (Remix, baby!)
Ask around the streets, man, I'm certified
Across seas, all my customers are satisfied
See, I ain't for all that beefin'
A matter of fact, I'm tryin' to chill with the squeezin' (Remix, baby!)
Ask around the hood, man, I'm certified (Uh)
And I hate to have to put a bullet in your mind, yeah (What? Brother Kam)
[Verse 3: Kam, Akon & Lil Wayne]
Homie I'm certified, word to God (Trick) from the dirty side
Disrespect the clique, be the victim of a murder ride
Yeah, you heard of pride go before destruction
That's cause we done cut more hide up than alien abduction (Uh-huh)
And done had more suction on my gun than a vacuum
Obstruction of justice on the run, in the back room
Ever since the crack boom, prostitutes callin'
Gangstas do they thang from Watts to New Orleans (Young Weezy, baby, uh-huh)
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne & Akon]
Sittin' in my new coupe, starin' out the moon roof
Two yellow women and they poppin' like balloons do (Ha ha)
Two pistols, I ain't gotta pop 'em cause my goons do
Boy, we'll bust your grape and turn it into prune juice (Uh-huh)
Man, they gon' think I'm Lil' Boosie when I zoom through
And I'm gonna be when my dawgs like Goof Troop
Money over female dawgs, bitch, roof, roof
I'm a beast, I'm a Dogg, I'm a new Snoop (Uh-huh)
Heheheh, and I'm ballin' like fade away (Fade away)
She all on my Oscar Meyer like Labor Day
Heheheh, now you could walk, crawl or skate away
But not me (Why?) because I
Rrrrun this bitch (Okay) and I'ma keep runnin' (Go)
I'ma keep runnin' (Go) but I'm never runnin' out of money (Go)
I'm a dawg, I'ma stunt (Go) if I don't do nothin'
Weezy hot like the sun, you better get your (Akon and Glasses)
[Chorus: Akon & Lil Wayne]
I ain't for all that beefin'
Got niggas to buck shells for no reason (Remix, baby!)
Ask around the streets, man, I'm certified
Across seas, all my customers are satisfied
See, I ain't for all that beefin'
A matter of fact, I'm tryin' to chill with the squeezin' (Remix, baby!)
Ask around the hood, man, I'm certified
And I hate to have to put a bullet in your mind, yeah
