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Certified Gangstas

This song is by Jim Jones and appears on the album On My Way To Church (2004).

Jim Jones swervin, I got that purple and blue
Tight grip on the escalade pole
Yeah harlem just like compton, that's 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, cash is clay,
Knockin' niggas out on the other day,
Bring the mac your way, me and santana
Blowin' in the crowd like danny hathoway
West side blood gang, niggas know what I'm about
And they know I'm ruff rydin so they knock them selfs out

Jim Jones-Chorus
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 ****
'Cause 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
'Cause 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,
C squad me nigga, 'cause they think the rides stolen
Keep yo head up and yo eyes open, low to let him,
While the ride rollin', creep up on a mok like,
What you say fucka? well **** him, well if he live smoke him
We don't 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 'cause we violent,****,
Yeah, we put coke on the strip don't quote
Me boy I ain't said ****

Jim Jones - Chorus
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 ****
'Cause 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
'Cause 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 on our 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, **** around itl be you I plug,
I don't 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, ****
Around you'll be ape food, bake food, nine bitches eight dudes,
Diamond visions, great cubes, get it straight fool

Jim Jones-Chorus
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 ****
'Cause 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
'Cause we certified gangstas

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