Certified Gangstas - Remix

(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)



Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Giles, Joseph Jones, P. Iii Corley, Duane Marcel Holmes
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