Diplomats - Certified Gangstas lyrics
rate me[Verse: Jim Jones]<br />
You know I keep my eyes wide<br />
East side high risers<br />
West side low riders<br />
Vest with the four-fire<br />
Yes I fo sho fire<br />
D-I-P low rider<br />
See police, slow the ride<br />
See scwalay, nigga<br />
'Cause they be thinking that the ride stolen<br />
Keep your head up and your eyes open<br />
Load the lead up while the ride rollin<br />
Creep up on a mark like what you say fucka<br />
Well fuck him and if he live smoke him<br />
We don't appeal to the law<br />
You know we ride this motherfucker till them wheels fall off<br />
And the first bastard get fly <br />
You know blad, blad, blad, was my reply<br />
89 wolf pack and we wylin<br />
P-89 pull gats 'cause we violent, shit, yea<br />
We put coke on the strip<br />
Don't quote me boy 'cause I ain't said shit<br />
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[Chorus: Bezel]<br />
Since I made a gang of bucks<br />
Nah I ain't been hanging much<br />
Still slide through fly coupes, and the chains is plush<br />
Keep the banger tucked 'case I had to bang a fuck<br />
'Cause we Certified Gangstas<br />
All day we hanging smut, dog with a gang of ducks<br />
Hundred grand on the hand, Game got the range of trucks<br />
Kill wit the deal, still got cane to cut<br />
'Cause we Certified Gangstas<br />
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[Verse: Cam'Ron]<br />
We still in ages of glocks<br />
Razors or octs<br />
'Cause I lay in the drop<br />
Pump the base on the pocket<br />
Move the H on our block, in front of H&R Block<br />
See the face on our watch, put your face on our cock<br />
I keep the looga hug<br />
Show you how to use the snub<br />
Whoop-te-woo, fuck around be you I plug<br />
I don't do the drugs, baby I move the drugs<br />
Right on the computer love, it sound like computer love<br />
Duck the cop-cappers<br />
And them top-hatters<br />
Fock flavors, harlem world we got gators<br />
Not dead I said they alive<br />
Lions, Tigers, Bears, oh my<br />
It's a straight zoo<br />
A to Z, May to April<br />
Bring the Apes through<br />
Fuck around you be ape food, baked food<br />
9 bitches 8 dudes<br />
Diamond visions, great cubes<br />
Get it straight fool<br />
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[Chorus]<br />
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[Verse: Jim Jones]<br />
You know I ride through Lennox<br />
All eyes on my pendant<br />
But I'm moving like oh dog was ridding a menace<br />
With that automatic weapon, blowing live through my tennant<br />
While I'm breezin' through the jects, blowing live on the tennants<br />
I'm pouring liquor for the dead and gone<br />
And we retaly same night, load the blinkers with the leaders on<br />
We come to get you till the dead and morn<br />
(Knock, Knock wake up mothafucker, you know who it is)<br />
Killa and Jones coppin one dawn<br />
Big birds, the rocks and our charms<br />
He got the bird, the glocks in my palm<br />
I got the word from King Joffrey the bomb<br />
My nigga zeekey surely a hard rock<br />
How he survived them 40-sum-odd shots<br />
As we ride he screamed out eastside<br />
All the time as I reply<br />
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[Chorus]
