Certified Live lyrics

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
Uh
b*tch (I don't think they know)
Damn right we play with our nose
b*tch (I don't think they know)
Uh
Thuggin' and you know it, n*gga
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 b*tch (For sure)
Finna go trick off your cheese (For sure)
p*ssin' 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 n*gga thugging out that UGK tape (For sure)
n*ggas 'bout that sh*t and we hit our first lick with a little deuce deuce and a tre eight (For sure)
And b*tch, my pack just hit the mail, I'ma get that scale, I can't wait (Uh-huh)
n*gga for all this rap sh*t, these n*ggas plastic, claim they G's but they ain't
It's Gangsta Gibbs, b*tch
[Chorus: G-Wiz]
Uh, n*gga f*cked your b*tch 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, n*gga f*cked your b*tch 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 pus*y pictures
pus*y n*gga, 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 b*tch-ass n*ggas 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, n*gga f*cked your b*tch 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, n*gga f*cked your b*tch 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