Lyrics to Certified Gangsta : [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
Traducere: The Game. Gangsta Muzica.
on music, on music Come enjoy the fride Don't you wanna move? Don't this make you wanna groove? Let the feelin' get to you And let us get you high on music
me to start up a company Duck Down's the name, rap music is the aim Lyrically I bring the pain and lock the game with no padlock and chain Some said
' like semen I catch 'em in the alley all alone Put 'em in the prone, pop, pop, pop to the dome It's the G-style Gangsta style G style, the gangsta
"In the year 1982 a music was created. It was given the title: Gangsta Rap It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and feared By the establishment
t that many real motherfuckers these days Game knows game I know too many who plays the name And I can make it in the music or the street game I still
the way you can fuck Around get shot down any day Niggas die everyday, all little bullshit Dope money, dice games, ordinary hood shit Could this be cuz of hip-hop music
it's hot Pop it like it's hot I've got the Rolly on my arm And I'm pouring Chandon And I roll the best weed 'Cause I got it going on I'm a gangsta
the year, drinks is on the house Sweet, let that ride out, bring the horns back in, yeah This is black super hero music right here baby, American Gangsta
game and overcame, let's hear it for him Keep a new toy, so, I wonder how could I not enjoy life, I'm re-living my childhood Big chain monsta, whip game
public and private business Then retract back for deaf ears and think it's dismissed Part two the sequel all new 'Kast Just ain't the same gang of nerds
my body needs it Knockin' me right off of my feet Makin' me so high, I can't deny The feeling's taking me over Over, over, over Fellas, where ya game
of you Then it gotta be more, ya'll left your paws (I miss you) Footprints on the game, hood ain't been the same Feelin' ain't been in music, hooks ain
it tomorrow My skin is a art gallery, right with paintings of crucifixes Hopin' to save me from all the dangers in the music business Was once a young gangsta
? Ha! Ha! Ha! Yeah! Let?s go! Kiss money! Chain gleaming, switching lanes, two-seating Hate him or love him for the same reason Can't leave it, the game
Come out with your hands on your head Turn the rap music off and step away from the stereo Put the rap album down Leave MC Hammer alone, turn it off Right
