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Jim Jones - Certified Gangstas - текст песни, видео

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Jim Jones - Certified Gangstas - текст песни, видео

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(feat. Jim Jones, The Game, Cam'ron, Lil Eazy)


[Eazy-E:]

Woke up quick at about noon

Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon

I gotta get drunk before the day begin

Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends

About to go and damn near went blind

Young niggaz at the pad throwin up gang signs

Ran in the house and grabbed my clip

With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip

Bailed outside and pointed my weapon

Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin

Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride

I got front back and side to side

Then I let the Alpine play

Bumpin new shit by NWA

It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list

Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:

Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'

Jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes

Went to the park to get the scoop

Knuckleheads out there cold shootin some hoops

A car pulls up, who can it be?

A fresh El Camino rolled, Kilo G

He rolls down his window and he started to say

It's all about makin that GTA

Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard

You come talkin that trash we'll pull your card

Knowin nothin in life but to be legit

Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin shit


[Verse 1: The Game.]

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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