Certified Live (feat. G-Wiz, Jay Rock)
Uh I just poured up like four zips
One-double-O like four grips, gangsta and you know this
Just took a Vegas trip, Caesar's Palace stabbin' your bitch
Finna go trick off your cheese, pissing off these police
I'm big dope drankin', make sure my eighty-four stanking
Haters can't contest, just K.Y.S., I suicide that Lincoln
Broad day, all day, crack rock in my hallway
I was sixteen serving sixteens off fifteen from broadway
Hard yay, got a nigga thuggin' out that UGK tape
Niggas bout that shit and we hit the first lick, with a little deuce deuce and a tre eight
And bitch my pack just hit the mail, I'mma get that scale I can't wait
Nigga for all this rap shit, these niggas plastic claim they G's but they ain't
It's Gangsta Gibbs, bitch
Nigga fucked your bitch and left it wetter mane
Stay on my G and about my cheddar mane
Rap I slash feet in the dub game
Certified Live from the land of the gang bang
Stayin' on my G and about my cheddar mane
Nigga fucked your bitch and left it wetter mane
Rap I slash feet in the dub game
Certified Live from the land of the gang bang
It's Rock
Eighty-seven cut dawg
Oh no I ain't got Mercedes
Haters out there trynna take me
Pop the trunk or pop a crazy (Brrrrr)
Like a barber keeping them extra clippers
Drop bout eighty, I drive 'em crazy when I deliver
Mind yo business we living life and just stacking riches
Picture me rolling on my phone scrolling through pussy pictures
Pussy nigga you in the way so just step aside
You can't swim with these sharks, you drowning all in your pride
We moving with killers in broad day
It's a cold world, keeping them heaters on all day
All day, oh yeah we riding with them clappers
Cause those bitch ass niggas praying on us heavy like some pastors
And them feds trynna have our phone tapped
Like some dirty ass water out the faucet, out the trap
Jay Rock, Freddie Gibbs bout to kill it, hide your feelings
If you show your hands then we gunning and you finished
Nigga fucked your bitch and left it wetter mane
Stay on my G and about my cheddar mane
Rap I slash feet in the dub game
Certified Live from the land of the gang bang
Stayin' on my G and about my cheddar mane
Nigga fucked your bitch and left it wetter mane
Rap I slash feet in the dub game
Certified Live from the land of the gang bang
One-double-O like four grips, gangsta and you know this
Just took a Vegas trip, Caesar's Palace stabbin' your bitch
Finna go trick off your cheese, pissing off these police
I'm big dope drankin', make sure my eighty-four stanking
Haters can't contest, just K.Y.S., I suicide that Lincoln
Broad day, all day, crack rock in my hallway
I was sixteen serving sixteens off fifteen from broadway
Hard yay, got a nigga thuggin' out that UGK tape
Niggas bout that shit and we hit the first lick, with a little deuce deuce and a tre eight
And bitch my pack just hit the mail, I'mma get that scale I can't wait
Nigga for all this rap shit, these niggas plastic claim they G's but they ain't
It's Gangsta Gibbs, bitch
Nigga fucked your bitch and left it wetter mane
Stay on my G and about my cheddar mane
Rap I slash feet in the dub game
Certified Live from the land of the gang bang
Stayin' on my G and about my cheddar mane
Nigga fucked your bitch and left it wetter mane
Rap I slash feet in the dub game
Certified Live from the land of the gang bang
It's Rock
Eighty-seven cut dawg
Oh no I ain't got Mercedes
Haters out there trynna take me
Pop the trunk or pop a crazy (Brrrrr)
Like a barber keeping them extra clippers
Drop bout eighty, I drive 'em crazy when I deliver
Mind yo business we living life and just stacking riches
Picture me rolling on my phone scrolling through pussy pictures
Pussy nigga you in the way so just step aside
You can't swim with these sharks, you drowning all in your pride
We moving with killers in broad day
It's a cold world, keeping them heaters on all day
All day, oh yeah we riding with them clappers
Cause those bitch ass niggas praying on us heavy like some pastors
And them feds trynna have our phone tapped
Like some dirty ass water out the faucet, out the trap
Jay Rock, Freddie Gibbs bout to kill it, hide your feelings
If you show your hands then we gunning and you finished
Nigga fucked your bitch and left it wetter mane
Stay on my G and about my cheddar mane
Rap I slash feet in the dub game
Certified Live from the land of the gang bang
Stayin' on my G and about my cheddar mane
Nigga fucked your bitch and left it wetter mane
Rap I slash feet in the dub game
Certified Live from the land of the gang bang
Credits
Writer(s): Freddie Gibbs, Johnny Reed, Stepan Taft, Glenn Browder
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