Gangsta Music Lyrics - Clyde Carson

Lyrics to Certified Gangsta : 

[Intro: G.A.M.E. (Jim Jones)] 

(R.I.P Eazy-E)That Westside(Capo), that city where them tec's fly(Dip-set!) 

We ride in that Westside(Eastside), that no seeds in our stress side(Lets ride) 

[Verse 1: G.A.M.E.] 

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 

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[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 

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