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Lyrics to Certified :
G.A.M.E. (Jim Jones)]
(R.I.P Eazy-E)That Westside(Capo), that city them tec's fly(Dip-set!)
We in that Westside(Eastside), that no seeds in our stress side(Lets ride)

1: G.A.M.E.]
Jim Jones swirvin, I got that purple I'm
Tight grip on the Escalade
Yeah, jus' like Compton, that's jus' how I roll
Red bandana wrapped the chrome .44
Gun like Suge cigar
me how you stunt you thrown outta movin' car
If thing come out, its murder she wrote
If Doc come out, its 30 on the boat
Nigga, we do this
Llamas under the thermul, waitin' by ya stairs like J
Beat niggaz ride dirty Jazze Pha, Cassius Clay
Knock a nigga out on the ave
the mack ya way me and Santana
Blowin' in the crowd like Hathaway
Westside blood-gang, know what I'm about
And know I'm ruff ridin' so they knockself out

[Chorus:
Now I ride my vest, .45 and my tech
Big 4 in the '64, I'm in the West
Not to put 5 in ya chest
Cause, we Gangstas
Stash the mill' in the
And I in the drowt
That's the chill, I pump, get it crunk in the South
Icegrill, like a meal in my mouth
Cause, we Gangstas