GLASSES MALONE - Certified (Remix) lyrics

rate me

{Glasses Malone slowed down}

Akon and Glasses

Niggas spit fairy tales

G. issue the facts

Not Jeezy, but I sold my fair issue of crack

Not Weezy

But Weezy right here

Man, this Cash Money Records, let me make it quite clear

Walkin' with the red's like fucking with the town

Know a pierce Watts nigga make a square bow down (WHOOP WHOOP!)

I'm certified baby, you better ask Cube (Yeah)

Better tread light like you wearin' glass shoes (Yeah)

Bet this crown hold a G

He don't really want beef

I'm in nice town, chillin'

Young Chris

Young Neef

Born down in the A with the boy Bo Hagan

Or catch me in the H, Pimp got my trunk wavin'

Find me in the 90 south, sourin' with a Nato trick (Trick)

Hex Murder, them my boys out the D's (Detriot)

Mistah F.A.B. in the Bay, Three Six in Tennessee

I'm certified baby, they just pretend to be {Akon and Glasses}

I ain't for all that beefin'

Got niggas to buck shells for no reason (Remix, baby)

Ask around the streets, man, I'm certified

Across seas, all my customers are satisfied

See, I ain't for all that beefin'

A matter of fact, I'm tryin' to chill with the squeezin' (Remix, baby)

Ask around the hood, man, I'm certified

And I hate to have to put a bullet in your mind, yeah

I'm G'd up from the feet up

So speed up

You hold up from the flow up

So ease up

It's G's up

Everybody else, get low

Cause I'm a put a hater on lockdown like it's get mo (Whoa)

I get more money, I spit more fire (Spit more fire)

I knock know-boppers and sit more higher (What)

UGK for life til death

And I'm no liar

It's R.I.P. to the Pimp

Til the day I expire

I'm a rep for the team (Team)

I got it on my back (Back)

Like Agnus holdin' on to the world, and that's a fact

I'm a hop off in this slab (Slab)

Then get back on the grind (On the grind)

So I can get this Trill movement on they mind (On they mind)

Rockin' my Coogi Air Jordans and a beehat (Beehat)

Sippin' on syrup and white

Can you see that? (See that)

UGK for life is more than a tatoo

Disrespect, we comin' at you

Me, Wayne {Akon and Glasses}

Homie

I'm certified, word to God (Trick)

From the dirty side

Disrespect the clique

Be the victim of a murder ride

Yeah, you heard of pride up before destruction

That's cause we done cut more hide up than alien abduction

And done had

More suction on my gun than a vacuum

Obstruction

Of justice on the run

In the back room

Ever since the crack boom, prostitutes callin'

Gangstas do they thang from Watts and we be ballin'

And in my noon do

Starin' at the moon roof

Two yellow women and they poppin' like balloons do

Two pistols, I ain't gotta pop 'em cause my goons do

Ball we a bungee grape, but turned into prune juice

Man, they gon' think I'm Lil' Boosie when I zoom through

And I'm gonna be when my dawgs like woof, too

Money over female dawgs, bitch, roof, roof

I'm a beast, I'm a Dogg, I'm a new Snoop

Heh heh heh

And them ballin' like

Fade away (Fade away)

She all on my Eskamina like Labor Day

Heh heh heh

Now you could walk, crawl or skate away

But not me (Why)

Because I

Rrrrrrun this bitch (Ok)

And I'm a keep

Runnin' on

I keep

Runnin', but I'm never runnin' out of money

I'm a dawg, I'm a stunt

If I don't nothin' Weezy

Hot like the sun, they better get ya {Akon and Glasses}