K-Rino - Certified lyrics

rate me

[Talking: 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

[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

[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 hoe

I'm like cracked nails on the south board I'm grinding that hoe

Signature ink linking through the check I'm signing that hoe

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 pussy 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 ass so fast

[Hook]

[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 mothafucka with'cha guns hide

S.P.A. niggas 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]