The Game - Certified Gangstas (Original) lyrics

[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 n***a, we do this everyday Llamas under the thermal, waitin' by ya stairs like Mary J Beat n***as ride dirty like Jazze Pha, Ca**ius Clay Knock a n***a out on the ave today Bring the mack ya way me and Santana Blowin' in the crowd like Donnie Hathaway Westside blood-gang, n***as know what I'm about And they know I'm ruff ridin' so they knockself out [Hook: 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 k** 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 n***a Cause we switchin four lanes(speedin'!) To see my n***as(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, f** a bu*ton up shirt(we keep it gully!) Compton, see the blockers they bangin'(G's up!) My ghetto pa**es 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 n***as with power(DIP-SET!) As we ride we screamed out "EASTSIDE"(G's up!) All the time as I replied(come on!) [Hook: 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 co*k(head) I keep the Luger hugged Show you how to use a snub Whoopty-whoo, f** around be you I plug(you) I don't do the d**(nah), baby I move the d**(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 f** around you be ape food, baked food(food) 9 b**hes, 8 dudes Diamond visions, great cubes Get it straight fool [Hook: 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 k** 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..