[Verse: Jim Jones] You know I keep my eyes wide East side high risers West side low riders vest with the four-fire Yes I fo sho fire D-I-P low rider See police, slow the ride See scwalay , nigga 'Cause they be thinking that the ride stolen Keep your head up and your eyes open Load the lead up while the ride rollin Creep up on a motha like what you say fucka Well fuck him and if he live smoke him We don't appeal to the law You know we ride this motherfucker till them wheels fall off And the first bastard get fly You know blad, blad, blad, was my reply 89 wolf pack and we wylin P-89 pull gats 'cause we violent, shit, yea We put coke on the strip Don't quote me boy 'cause I ain't said shit
[Chorus: Bezel] Since I made a gang of bucks Nah I ain't been hanging much Still slide through fly coupes, and the chains is plush Keep the banger tucked 'case I had to bang a fuck 'Cause we Certified Gangstas All day we hanging smut, dog with a gang of ducks Hundred grand on the hand, Game got the range of trucks Kill wit the deal, still got cane to cut 'Cause we Certified Gangstas
[Verse: Xkwisyt] X! Make me throw money, JR Write it off, and have it cheque-d, So when X step out, make like false check marks, and act correct. I spend time with gangsta’s, hustlers, yet never a day on birds, Well I do set up ally-oop remixes on dictionaries; call it a play on words. I’m a crack snitches and bitches, you know! Just smack a little, Cause I’m ecstatic, with more colored bitches than a pack of skittles. And you know I got plenty of --’s just like me, kinda like 50 clones, The new DipSet, cause I ball like Jimmy Jones, ballin! Cause I cock back and spray, it hurts, Call it a ‘Diary of a Summer’, while I was ‘On My Way To Church’. Could give less a fuck if you like me bitch, Even though I still ‘Swoosh’ by you more than Nike kicks. So we big money, so we terrify bankers, I even got a certificate, telling me I’m a certified gangster, yeah!
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[Verse: Jim Jones] You know I ride through Lennox All eyes on my pendant But I'm moving like oh dog was ridding a menace With that automatic weapon, blowing live through my tennant While I'm breezin' through the jects, blowing live on the tennants I'm pouring liquor for the dead and gone And we retaly same night, load the blinkers with the leaders on We come to get you till the dead and morn (Knock, Knock wake up mothafucker, you know who it is) Killa and Jones coppin one dawn Big birds, the rocks and our charms He got the bird, the glocks in my palm I got the word from King Joffrey the bomb My nigga zeekey surely a hard rock How he survived them 40-sum-odd shots As we ride he screamed out eastside All the time as I reply
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