Certified Gangstas - Remix

Lyrics

(R.I.P Eazy-E) That westside (Capo), that city where them tec's fly (Dipset)
 We ride in that westside (eastside), that no seeds in our stress side (let's ride)
 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 knock they self out
 Now I ride with my vest, .45 and my tech
 Big four in the '64, like I'm in the West
 Not petrified to pit five in ya chest
 'Cause, we certified gangstas
 Stash the mil' in the house and I kill in the drought
 Pass the chick, when I pump, get it crunk in the south
 Ice grill, like a nice meal in my mouth
 Cause, we certified gangstas
 You know I keep my eyes wide
 Eastside highrisers
 Westside lowriders
 Vest with the four-fiver
 Yes I fo' sho fire
 D-I-P lowrider
 See police, slow the ride up
 You see squally nigga
 'Cause we switchin' four lanes (speedin)
 To see my niggas that bang up (gangsta)
 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 'cause they bangin' (G's up)
 My ghetto pass is 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 G's)
 NY, you know the City is ours (Capo)
 You know R.I.P. to Gotti, we the niggas with power (Dipset)
 As we ride, we screamed out, "Eastside!" (G's up)
 All the time as I replied (come on)
 Now I ride with my vest, .45 and my tech
 Big four in the '64, like I'm in the West
 Not petrified to pit five in ya chest
 'Cause, we certified gangstas
 Stash the mil' in the house and I kill in the drought
 Pass the chick, when I pump, get it crunk in the south
 Ice grill, like a nice meal in my mouth
 Cause, we certified gangstas
 We put the lasers 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)
 Nine bitches, eight dudes
 Diamond visions, great cubes
 Get it straight fool
 Now I ride with my vest, .45 and my tech
 Big four in the '64, like I'm in the West
 Not petrified to pit five in ya chest
 'Cause, we certified gangstas
 Stash the mil' in the house and I kill in the drought
 Pass the chick, when I pump, get it crunk in the south
 Ice grill, like a nice meal in my mouth
 Cause, we certified gangstas
 That's right, it's ya boy (we ride in that eastside)
 Jones, Capo Status (we roll up while we ride)
 New York's Spiderman (we ride in that eastside)
 Got my boy, Game, Chuck Taylors straight from the westside (please roll up that weed high)
 

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Duration
03:43
Key
7
Tempo
87 BPM

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