Текст (слова) песни: Jim Jones f G.A.M.E., Cam`ron and Bezel - Certified Gangstas (Original)

[Intro: G.A.M.E. (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: G.A.M.E.]
Jim Jones swirvin, 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 thermul, waitin` by ya stairs like Mary J
Beat niggaz 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, niggaz 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 niggaz(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, see the blockers 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 roaster with
Flip(Clover Geeees!)
NY, you know the City is ours(Capo!)
You know I`m Peter Gotti, we the niggaz 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..

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We ride in that Westside(Eastside), that no seeds in our stress side(Lets ride) [Verse 1: G.A.M.E.] Jim Jones swirvin, 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 thermul, waitin` by ya stairs like Mary J Beat niggaz 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, niggaz 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 niggaz(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, see the blockers 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 roaster with Flip(Clover Geeees!) NY, you know the City is ours(Capo!) You know I`m Peter Gotti, we the niggaz 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.. Нравится песня? 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