B.P - Certified lyrics

[Intro: K-Rino] Easy mon Let me tell y'all what's about to happen First of all I got the Mo City Don The King of the Ghetto, you pick the title Then I got my homie The young South Park flame thrower Kaza up in here with me Ha, ha Oh, by the way, it's ya boy The Dead End OG K-Rino See alot of cats do what we do But they don't do it how we do it So in order for you to qualify for your G card You gotta be certified Shoutout to Klondike Kat Let's do this [Verse 1: K-Rino] We pulled up five deep in the dark Lincoln Shut the party down like ya momma when she start drinking I'm bare-hugging the game it ain't no getting lose I'll leave ya sickle a gallon in a two-month old chitlin juice If I aim I'm goin hit'cha My shots are like ya wife when ya leave home for work I won't miss ya Some of my actions ain't psychologically sensible I'm invincible; my office is where they send the principal Your girl is trippin dude and honestly you should check her Cause right now she's on my woo-woo-woody woodpecker You play with us ya leave and you'll be on the bus deceived And when you see me you should apologize to me just for breathing I put the game down heavy like Petey Wheatstraw You're strong enough to flip a grown elephant off a see-saw Bill your juices up to try me it goes to be in a hospital hooked on spiritual IV [Hook] I know they hate that we this live, cause we straight certified Many tried and got they whole mind state murderlized We was mashing out the gate and you was late to arrive Like walking in a eight-O-clock meeting at eight thirty-five [Verse 2: Z-Ro] Uh, I know they goin hate though King of the ghetto what they call me I'm the new Nate Dogg Disrespected with the media they just can't wait though Not try'na spend it up I'm try'na make ya face break though They mad at me cause I be shining that ho I'm like cracked nails on the south board I'm grinding that ho Signature ink linking through the check I'm signing that ho And all these golf balls lil daddy, yeah the diamonds that low I'm winning to die for mine So if I catch you by yoself you better get quick up with'cha hind that I am with mine Z-Ro is a rolling stone And the day I make my handy might kick up and at least p**y is my new home I'm feeling so Pimp C right now call me Ro Chad And the rumor start fore I want y'all to see me so I don't go fast In the strip club I become richer cause all I do is throw cash [?] I'm a whip yo a** so fast [Hook] [Verse 3: Kaza] I tell em I am Kaza the stand that I'm certified Worm sharper than the spikes of a porcupine And I don't do too much talking I just hold the nines Chiropractor bullets send em through em let em ark ya spine The school of hard knocks and nick I'm the fatuity A.R's, neck and lavish your life's a catastrophe Back to the factory, running manufactory Polo type, FDA's a proof satisfactory Ammunition gang mothaf**a with'cha guns hide S.P.A. n***as south [?] The school street fighting now I'm looking like Plunge guy Big boy trucks, sponsor by a tunk Got gorillas in the dark, face turned the lamp on it Reno addressed it [?] stamp on it Fifty percent sleeping forty percent kept on it Metaphor Ziploc delivery clemped on it KAZA! [Hook]