Certified Live

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs] Uh Bitch (I don't think they know) Damn right we play with our nose Bitch (I don't think they know) Uh Thuggin' and you know it, nigga Uh [Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] I just poured up like four zips (Yeah) One-double-O, like four grips (For sure) Gangster and you know this (Uh) Just took a Vegas trip, Caesar's Palace, stabbin' your bitch (For sure) Finna go trick off your cheese (For sure) Pissin' off these police (Uh) I'm big dope drinking, make sure my eighty-four stinking Haters can't contest, just K.Y.S., I suicide that Lincoln Broad day, all day, crack rock in my hallway (Yeah) I was sixteen serving sixteens off fifteen from Broadway Hard yay (Uh), got a nigga thugging out that UGK tape (For sure) Niggas 'bout that shit and we hit our first lick with a little deuce deuce and a tre eight (For sure) And bitch, my pack just hit the mail, I'ma get that scale, I can't wait (Uh-huh) Nigga for all this rap shit, these niggas plastic, claim they G's but they ain't It's Gangsta Gibbs, bitch [Chorus: G-Wiz] Uh, nigga fucked your bitch and left it wetter, man Uh, staying on my G and about my cheddar, man Uh, rapper slash feet in the dope game Certified live from the land of the gangbang Uh, staying on my G and about my cheddar, man Uh, nigga fucked your bitch and left it wetter, man Uh, rapper slash feet in the dope game Certified live from the land of the gangbang I'm certified live from the land of the gangbang (Yeah) I'm certified live from the land of the gangbang (It's Rock) [Verse 2: Jay Rock] Eighty-seven cut, dog, oh no, I ain't got Mercedes Haters out there tryna take me Pop the trunk, go chopper crazy Like a barber keeping them extra clippers (Clippers) Drop 'bout eighty, I drive 'em crazy when I deliver Mind your business, we livin' life and just stackin' riches Picture me rollin' on my phone, scrollin' through pussy pictures Pussy nigga, you in the way, so just step aside (Aside) You can't swim with these sharks, you drownin' all in your pride (Pride) We moving with killers in broad day It's a cold world, keeping them heaters on all day All day, oh, yeah, we ridin' with them clappers 'Cause them bitch-ass niggas preyin' on us heavy like some pastors (Woah) And them feds tryna have our phone tapped Like some dirty-ass water out the faucet, out the trap (Trap) Jay Rock, Freddie Gibbs, 'bout to kill it, hide your feelings If you show your hands, we gunning, then you finished (Rock) [Chorus: G-Wiz] Uh, nigga fucked your bitch and left it wetter, man Uh, staying on my G and about my cheddar, man Uh, rapper slash feet in the dope game Certified live from the land of the gangbang Uh, staying on my G and about my cheddar, man Uh, nigga fucked your bitch and left it wetter, man Uh, rapper slash feet in the dope game Certified live from the land of the gangbang I'm certified live from the land of the gangbang I'm certified live from the land of the gangbang