Certified Gangstas (Original)

[Intro: The Game & (Jim Jones)]

(R.I.P Eazy-E) That Westside (Capo), that city where them tec's fly (Dip-set!)

We ride in that Westside (Eastside), that no seeds in our stress side (Lets ride)

[Verse 1: The Game]

Jim Jones swervin, I got that purple I'm blowed

Tight grip on the Escalade pole

Yeah, Harlem's jus' like Compton, that's jus' how I roll

Red bandana wrapped around the chrome .44

Gun smokin' like Suge cigar

Show me how you stunt you thrown outta movin' car

If that thing come out, its murder she wrote

If Doc come out, its 30 Impalas on the boat

Nigga, we do this everyday

Llamas under the thermal, waitin' by ya stairs like Mary J

Beat niggas ride dirty like Jazze Pha, Cassius Clay

Knock a nigga out on the ave today

Bring the mack ya way me and Santana

Blowin' in the crowd like Donnie Hathaway

Westside blood-gang, niggas know what I'm about

And they know I'm ruff ridin' so they knockself out

[Chorus: Bezel]

Now I ride with my vest, .45 and my tech

Big 4 in the '64, like I'm in the West

Not petrified to put 5 in ya chest

Cause, we Certified Gangstas

Stash the mill' in the house

And I kill in the drowt

That's the chill, when I pump, get it crunk in the South

Icegrill, like a nice meal in my mouth

Cause, we Certified Gangstas

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]

You know I keep my eyes wide

Eastside high-risers

Westside low-riders

Vest with the four-fiver

Yes I fo' sho fire

D-I-P low-rider

See police, slow the ride up

You see squally nigga

Cause we switchin four lanes(speedin'!)

To see my niggas (gangsta!) that bang up

In the middle of the 'jects (Foster!), while the pitchin' raw

Caine (gettin it!)

G'd up posted tough on the turf (uh huh)

Long johns and some jeans, fuck a button up shirt (we keep it gully!)

Compton, Cedar Block they bangin' (G's up!)

My ghetto passes good, be on blocks while they slangin' (in the dope

House!)

Houston, the purple potion I sip (Texas)

While I'm screwin' up my music in a 'Rosta with

Flip (Clover Geeees!)

NY, you know the City is ours (Capo!)

And R.I.P. to Gotti, we the niggas with power (DIP-SET!)

As we ride we screamed out "EASTSIDE" (G's up!)

All the time as I replied (come on!)

[Chorus: Bezel]

Now I ride with my vest, .45 and my tech

Big 4 in the '64, like I'm in the West

Not petrified to put 5 in ya chest

Cause, we Certified Gangstas

Stash the mill' in the house

And I kil in the drowt

That's the chill, when I pump, get it crunk in the South

Icegrill, like a nice meal in my mouth

Cause, we Certified Gangstas

[Verse 3: Cam'ron]

We put the lazers on Glocks (Glock)

Razor or ox (ox)

As I lay in the drop (drop)

Pump the base on the poc (kets)

Move the H on our block, in front of H&R block

See the face on our watch, put ya face on our cock (head)

I keep the Luger hugged

Show you how to use a snub

Whoopty-whoo, fuck around be you I plug (you)

I don't do the drugs (nah), baby I move the drugs (yes)

Right on the computer love, it sound like computer love (computer love)

Duck the cop-capers (capers) and the top haters (haters)

Foch flavors, Harlem World we got gators (what's that!?)

Not dead, I said they alive (live)

Lions (lions), tigers (what), bears, oh my (oh my)

Its a straight zoo

A to Z, May to April

Bring the apes through

Fuck around you be ape food, baked food (food)

9 bitches, 8 dudes

Diamond visions, great cubes

Get it straight fool

[Chorus: Bezel]

Now I ride with my vest, .45 and my tech

Big 4 in the .64, like I'm in the West

Not petrified to put 5 in ya chest

Cause, we Certified Gangstas

Stash the mill' in the house

And I kill in the drowt

That's the chill, when I pump, get it crunk in South

Icegrill, like a nice meal in my mouth

Cause, we Certified Gangstas

[Outro: Jim Jones]

We ride in that Eastside

We roll up while we ride

We ride in that Eastside

Please roll up that weed high..