Certified Gangstas - Jim Jones

[Verse One]

RIP Eazy E
We ride on that westside
City where them tanks fly
We ride on that westside
No seeds in our stresslife
Jim Jones swervin, I got the purple and blue
Tank grip on the Escalade Pole
Yeah, Harlem just like Compton 
That's just how I roll
Red bandana wrapped around the chrome 44
Gun smokin like Suge's cigar
Show me how you stunt, get thrown out of a movin car
If that thang come out, it's murda she wrote
If Doc come out, it's 30 Impalas on the boat
Nigga do this everyday
Llamas under the thermal, Weight(wait)in by your stairs like Mary J(ane)
Beat niggas ride dirty like Jazzy Phey
Cash is clay, knock a nigga out on the ave today
Bring the Mack your way
Me and Santana blowin in the crowd like Donny Hathaway
Westside Blood Gang niggas know what I'm about
And they know I'm Ruff Rydin so they knock theyself out

[Chorus]

Now I ride with my vest, 45 and my Tech
Big 4 and a 64 like I'm in the west
Not petrified to put 5 in ya chest
Cause, we certified gangstas
Stash the mill in the house
And I kill in the drought
Pass the shit, when I pump game chrome in the south
Ice grill like a nice meal in my mouth
Cause, we certified gangstas

[Verse 2]

You know I keep my eyes wide
Eastside high risers, westside low riders
Vest with the 45, yes I'm fo sho fire
DIP slow the ride
See police, slow the ride
See squad nigga
Switchin 4 lanes
See my niggas that bang
In the middle of the jets while they bitchin roll caine
G'd up, posted up on the turf
Long Johns and some jeans, fuck a button up shirt
Compton, see the blockers they bangin
My ghetto passage good, be the blocks where they slangin
Houston Purple Potion I sip
So I'm fuckin up my music is a roaster with Flip
NY, you know the city is ours
You know I be the Gotti, we the niggas with power
As we ride, he screamed out eastside
All the time is our reply