Lyrics to Certified Gangsta :   [Intro: G.A.M.E. (Jim Jones)]   (R.I.P Eazy-E)That Westside(Capo), that city where them tec's fly(Dip-set!)   We ride in that Westside(Eastside), that no seeds in our stress side(Lets ride)      [Verse 1: G.A.M.E.]   Jim Jones swirvin, I got that purple I'm blowed   Tight grip on the Escalade pole   Yeah, Harlem's jus' like Compton, that's jus' how I roll   Red bandana wrapped around the chrome .44   Gun smokin' like Suge cigar   Show me how you stunt you thrown outta movin' car   If that thing come out, its murder she wrote   If Doc come out, its 30 Impalas on the boat   Nigga, we do this everyday   Llamas under the thermul, waitin' by ya stairs like Mary J   Beat niggaz ride dirty like Jazze Pha, Cassius Clay   Knock a nigga out on the ave today   Bring the mack ya way me and Santana   Blowin' in the crowd like Donnie Hathaway   Westside blood-gang, niggaz know what I'm about   And they know I'm ruff ridin' so they knockself out      [Chorus: Bezel]   Now I ride with my vest, .45 and my tech   Big 4 in the '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 drowt   That's the chill, when I pump, get it crunk in the South   Icegrill, like a nice meal in my mouth   Cause, we Certified Gangstas