K-Rino, Z-Ro, Kaza (US) - Certified lyrics

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

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

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

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 ho
I'm like cracked nails on the south
Board I'm grinding that ho
Signature ink linking through the check
I'm signing that ho
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

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
AR'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
SPA 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!