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

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