Lyrics:
What is this
Play Dirty
This my family
That's all I think about
Boss (Maybach Music)
Ask about us yeah we're
Certified (yeah), certified
then have sex
Listening to techno music on the bus while we under dressed
[Chorus]
Memories make me want to go back there, back there
All
Enjoy the pause before the music starts
Shortly, Patience, Waiting
Enjoy the pause before the musics starts
Intermission music theme song
(Certified
of fans, journalists and well wishers have gathered merely to catch a glimpse of the artists formerly known as fresh prince.
This album premiere marks Will
of a
Music journalist
In the sticks for a field report
Enthusiasm set at nought
She can't help looking bored
She's sick of powerchords
I did it all for
say you have to feel it
Little after that you a go want to reveal it
Coz music is a thing I say you
Know you have to share it
If me couldn't do that
journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get their hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind
seen my trigger finger, then I started shootin'
That was nicotine, I'm 'bout to smoke 'em all
And journalists involved should've known my music
this
I wanna see you move it
So move it
So let's just get into it
Let's do this
Can you feel the music?
The music oh ah, can you feel the music
went in stores, Reebok stock soared
I ain't gotta say I'm a boss, niggas could tell
The East coast crib the size of a small hotel
The shit journalists
journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get their hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind
This is gangsta music (yeah)
This is gangsta music (yeah)
This is gangsta music (yeah)
This is gangsta music (yeah)
All the hustlers they gon' ride
Yeah I'm a certified lover boy
Cer-certified lover boy
Yeah I'm a certified lover boy
Always have been
Making noise
Yeah I'm a certified lover boy
She's certified certified
She's down to ride get it get it on the floor
She's certified certified
She's down to ride you could be my lady
She's
Show you how to bubble off of large investments
Ya heard me, and this journey, I'm the journalist
Line around the block to hear the words
failed saints.
We've got Cardinals, Archbishops, barristers, certified accountants, music critics,
They're all here.
You're not alone, you're never
Journalists? We're journalists too, we could strike back
Hardcore reporters with orders from headquarters
Behind enemy lines, sidestepping the borders
With
feet up and reclinin'
Making music and designin'
Wavy niggaz we be shinin'
Certified, certified
All my G's down to ride
I'm just tryna get right
These
And signing a deal to be published
But none of these songs are written for me, nor am I a puppet
Journalists come for interviews but don't stay on the subject
November the tenth, 1992
I'm working on my own in here, going over some old music I did in 1970
It's got something, something special, I could really dream
Hey Listen
Youve been thru to much in yo life
All you wanted to do was act and be set for life
But then the music came
And it got you thinking twice
into it
Let's do this
I wanna see you move it
So move it
So let's just get into it
Let's do this
Can you feel the music?
The music oh ah, can you feel
Beat your ass and hide the Bible if God watchin'
Sometimes you gotta pop out and show niggas
Certified boogeyman, I'm the one that up the score with
Certified quality
Ah dat di gyal dem need and ah cry for every day without apology
Buck dem di right way, dat ah my policy (ya man, right way)
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