paroles de chanson Certified - Guru
Niggaz
gotta
know
we've
puttin
it
down
This
shit
is
certified
right
here
(whoo
yes,
yes)
No
games
with
this
right
here
Straight
to
the
di-dome,
like
this
(uhh,
uhh)
This
right
here,
has
been
cer-ti-fied,
For
years.
ahhhahhh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
He's
got
soul
up
in
his
blueprint,
and
he's
ready
to
vocalize
So
we,
passin
the
mic
your
way,
come
on
testify.
Prepare
each
element
with
raw
street
intelligence
Dig
the
soul
this
is,
complete
elegance
Heartbeat
delegates
when
I
spit
each
melon's
hit
Like
to
build
ill
like,
repeat
felons
get
Plus
I'm
jazzy
and
like
to
dress
to
impress
It's
the
baldhead
buddha,
with
the
mic
caress
And
I
might
suggest,
that
you
broaden
your
mind
You
spend
a
lot
of
your
time
dancin
to
fraudulent
rhymes
Like
a
breath
of
fresh
air
we
gonna,
change
the
pace
Not
a
mental
slave,
so
save
the
angry
face
It's
the
return
of
the
mellow
voiced
maestro,
and
my
flow
Eliminates
the
comp
like
Geico,
Insurance
- just
for
your
body's
endurance
You
get
more
for
your
money,
or
your
partyin
purest
So
don't
start
to
get
nervous
now
that
we
up
in
the
spot
We've
been
certified
for
years,
you
gonna
love
it
a
lot
Who,
me?
That
nigga
Jay,
Dee
(Jay
Dee)
Some
plod
to
beats
that
I,
flow
to
Run
men
through,
with
Gu-ru
(Guru)
As
for
me,
I
be
the
nigga
that's
tight
You
got
to
seeeeeeee
In
order
for
you,
to
believeeeeeee
Singin
these
words,
with
easeeeee
Talkin
bout,
boom
- a-shaka-laka
-A-laka-laka-BOOM!
Roll
the
weed
and
lose
the
seeds
asshole
You
can
breathe
three-hundred-and-sixty
degrees
Of
HEAT,
sing
with
the
soul
Straight
from
the
streets,
of
Illadelph
Move
your
feet
- ahh-HAH,
pimp
shit
(It's
that
pimp
shit)
Big
whips
with
full
clips
Got
mad
chicks,
on
my
dick
Ridin
by,
so
say
it
loud,
in
your
face!
Soulful
Tinted
window
whips,
lots
of
chicks
lots
of
chips
Anything
ain't
right
then
the
brother's
gotta
flip
Or
skinnydip,
after
a
sip
of
Cognac
rap
Any
wack
wimp
with
whiskers,
I
bomb
that
cat
Alarm
that
cat,
that
when
we
slide
through
abide
to
The
rules
that's
been
laid
down
by
(?)
true
like
bibles
I'm
liable,
to
come
through,
seven
deep
with
Wizzies
And
ditch
'em
while
other
ladies
whisper,
who
is
he?
Then
later
leave
with
eight
new
ones,
me
an
airtight
Willie
Bout
to
smack
you
silly
with
two
guns
So
hereby
I
certify
don't
care
if
you
feel
hurt
if
I
Testify,
against
your
false
words
or
lies
Word
to
God
this
is
my
job
I'm
workin
hard
every
minute
Movin
up
in
the
rat
race,
city
council
to
senate
So
what
you
don't
get
it?
You
can't
front
no
more
Been
certified
for
years,
can't
speak
to
chumps
no
more
This
one
right
here
Has
been
certified,
for
years
That's
right
Soul
up
in
his
blueprint,
ready
to
vocalize
Pass
the
mic
this
way,
testify
Hmm,
like
they
say
it
doesn't
hurt
to
try
This
here,
is
bonafied
baby,
certified
baby
Jazzmatazz
3rd
edition
Gifted
Unlimited
Rhymes
Universal
No
rehearsal,
certified
with
virtue
Respect
the
circle
It's
me
and
the
B-I-L-A-L
YouknowhatI'msayin?
Jay
Dee
from
Pay
Jay
Airtight
Willie
heh,
from
Boston
to
New
Yiddy
All
the
way
to
Philly
Now
in
the
D
sittin
pretty
Certified
![Guru - Jazzmatazz - Streetsoul](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/p/m/a/-/wxnnkb-amp.jpg)
1 Intro
2 Keep Your Worries
3 Hustlin' Daze
4 All I Said
5 Certified
6 Plenty
7 Lift Your Fist
8 Guidance
9 Interlude (Brooklyn Skit)
10 Supa Love
11 No More
12 Where's My Ladies?
13 Night Vision
14 Who's There?
15 Mashin' Up Da World
16 Timeless
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