[Verse 1]
Here we go again, you?re about to cry
I?m about to listen to another niggas lie
Everytime you call, you want good advice
And everytime you ask I tell you everythings all right
First you let it go, then gave him one more chance
this time number makes number three, it?s a different circumstance
Women on the side, babies mamas too
This time I cant hold back I think he?s running game on you.

[Chorus]
If you don?t know where your man is
And he left you home with both of your kids
Girl yo mans a ho, a playa, certified ho
If he can?t call home to explain
And all a sudden everything has change
Girl your mans ho, a playa, certified ho

[Verse 2]
You say your man gets off from work at nine
So why he turn his cell phone off til one clock at night
I?m trying to tell you like a friend, that if you think smell fish
You do girl friend, he?s been cheating on you
Don?t take a blind man to see
That your just holding on for what you wish that this could be
But see, every mans got his own set of rules
Lines that he wont cross if he?s being true to you

[Chorus]
If you don?t know where your man is
And he left you home with both of your kids
Girl yo mans a ho, a playa, certified ho
If he can?t call home to explain
And all a sudden everything has change
Girl your mans ho, a playa, certified ho

[Bridge]
I don?t want to come across
Like I?m coming down on all of my playas
But if you got a family waiting at home
You should be there, you should there
This goes out to all of my ladies and the fellas
Waiting for someone they love to come home
If their not there and they should be there
Then it?s certified, he?s a certified ho

[Chorus Repeat]

Verse One:
I'm lovin how ya twurk
I'm lovin how ya do
I'm lovin what ya on
I'm so grown off of you
Now don't quote me yet
But girl I think ya might
Be someone for me
In the day and in the night

Hook:
Please believe I ain't the type to sweat ya close
But what's on my mind I gotta let ya know
That I'm thinkin of steppin to ya
And if I do bet I move ya
I ain't ya typical man
Girl understand

Chorus:
I'm diggin you
And I ain't tryna run no game
Cuz I'm in to you
And you should know me by my name
And I ain't neva gon lie
Cuz I don't really gotta
Baby I'm cer-ti-fied
Please believe
And I'm cocky wit it
Baby I don't mean no harm
But I gots to get it
Cuz yo whit and yo charm
Got me on something else
Baby you know the rest
I'm cer-ti-fied

Verse Two:
Now if I was to say
You make me wanna sing
Would you understand
What a nigga really means
That yo little body
Is rockin like a beat
And I got a rhythm that I bet you can freak
Listen to me

Hook:
Please believe I ain't the type to sweat ya close
But what's on my mind I gotta let ya know
That I'm thinkin bout steppin to ya
And if I do bet I move ya
I ain't ya typical man
Baby understand

Chorus:
I'm diggin you
And I ain't gotta run no game
Cuz I'm in to you
And you should know me by my name
And I ain't neva gon lie
Cuz I don't really gotta
Baby I'm cer-ti-fied
Please believe
And I'm cocky wit it
Baby I don't mean no harm
But I gots to get it
Cuz yo whit and yo charm
Got me on something else
Baby you know the rest
I'm cer-ti-fied

Rapping:
I'm certified
Qualified
By my dolla signs
I like to get it up live it up
What's ya Prada size
Now usually I don't do this
But boo you got me choosin
My navigation get me there
Let's go somewhere exclusive
You feel bougie
You can moulan rouge me
Or you can
Keep it real and chill
And watch a scary movie
I been around the world so I can turn you on to some'in
Keep doin what ya doin
Girl, girl you on to some'in

Chorus:
I'm diggin you
And I ain't tryna run no game
Cuz I'm in to you
And you should know me by my name
And I ain't neva gon lie
Cuz I don't really gotta
Baby I'm cer-ti-fied
Please believe
And I'm cocky wit it
Baby I don't mean no harm
But I gots to get it
Cuz yo whit and yo charm
Got me on something else
Baby you know the rest
I'm cer-ti-fied
I'm diggin you
Girl I ain't tryna run no game
Cuz I'm in to you
And you should know me by my name
And I ain't neva gon lie
Cuz I don't really gotta
Baby I'm cer-ti-fied
Please believe
Please believe
And I'm cocky wit it
Betta ask somebody
But I gots to get it
Everything about you
Got me on something else
Baby you know the rest
I'm cer-ti-fied

End:
So open up ya mind let me come inside
Good lovin's hard to find but girl I'm certified
So certified girl
So certified girl
Oh yea
Alright
Right, right hey

yeah.. (up front).
its the one bele..
Akon and Glasses.. uh huh.. Konvict music.. Akon and glasses... uh huh

Niggas spit fairy tales, G issues the facts.
Not Jeezy, but I sold my fair issue of crack.
Not Weezy, but Malone got that hustla's music and them hustla's use it, serve customers to it.
went from two to three hundred got them mexicans down.
Hundred Crip, hundred blood, hundred mexicans now.
Hundred round in the clip, man you wanna get done,
with these new west bread on these eight town drums.
with these new west bread daddy call in a play,
when we sackin' whack rappers niggas call it a day.
Down south, call them choppers dont call it a k,
either way ambulances come and haul 'em away.
it's Luda-vision bitch, I'm the soul of the crew.
hundred girls on my heels like the sole of my shoe.
got tupe in the kitchen, let it simmer and cook.
now Kon break it on down and deliver the hook!

(let's go)
I ain't for all that beef-ay, got niggas to bust ya head for no reason
ask around the streets man I'm certified, cross seas all my customers are satisfied.
See I aint for all that beef ay matter a fact I'm just tryin' to chill with the squeeze-ay.
ask around the hood man I'm certified, now I'd hate to have to put a bullet in ya mind.

Got the bloods on my team who gonna fuck with cuz.
I'm heavy in the street nigga fuck the club.
I make g's bouncin wanna buck the snubs.
Takin down everyday you spendin bucks to plug.
I was jus' a lil pissed I didn't sign with Jay.
(?Mil clus?) couple months feelin fine today.
(?Mil clus?) couple blunts they say runnin the hood.
And I'm laughin at you rap niggas runnin from Shug (Knight)
Talk greezy on your records stop pushin' me hoe
Face to face turned bitch, your lil pussy's exposed.
You a mark, I'm a G. So when you pop your checks, you could buy any car but not the streets respect.
One of few gangsta rappers that the street respects,
And blacks and nothin less then what the streets expect.
got tupe in the kitchen, let it simmer and cook.
now kon break it on down and deliver the hook!

(let's go)
I ain't for all that beef-ay, got niggas to bust ya head for no reason
ask around the streets man i'm certified, cross seas all my customers are satisfied.
See I aint for all that beef ay matter a fact im just tryin to chill with the squeeze-ay.
ask around the hood man im certified, now I'd hate to have to put a bullet in ya mind.

wassup lil momma, wassup.
wassup lil momma, wassup.
wassup lil momma, wassup.
You won't find another nigga spittin beastier shit.
I'm hot in the west, hot in the south.
Fuck bars, nigga often puttin' glocks in your mouth.
Fuck bars, Its the flow so easy and smooth, charismatic on the mic like easy the Q.
No attitude though, fuck stoppin' the grind.
no whitey in my mix, homie robbin me blind.
Go hyphy in this bitch, the only problem is time.
Cuz my bentley watch broke, but got the properly shine.
In the base model 5, put the (?brobers?) in line.
Once I made back ends, its the Maybach Benz.
got tupe in the kitchen, let it simmer and cook.
now kon break it on down and deliver the hook!

(let's go)
I ain't for all that beef-ay, got niggas to bust ya head for no reason
ask around the streets man i'm certified, cross seas all my customers are satisfied.
See I aint for all that beef ay matter a fact im just tryin to chill with the squeeze-ay.
ask around the hood man im certified, now I'd hate to have to put a bullet in ya mind.

Akon and glasses... uh huh.. what is this.. Konvict music..Yeah
128a

[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)

[Chorus: Bilal]
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..

[Guru]
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

[Chorus]

[Jay Dee]
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!

[Chorus]

[Guru]
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

[Chorus 2X]

[Guru over 2nd repeat]
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