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[Chorus 1:] 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Cus of the words that I wrote, I'm certified dope I'm certified dope I'm certified dope Cus of the words that I spoke, I'm certified dope I'm certified dope I'm certified dope 8-9 we need sleep we guaranteed to break an alarm clock clock clock Certified dope new boy I'm working til I talk talk talk talk Certified dope I murder words please make it stop stop stop Certified dope I murder words please make it make make make it I'm certified dope What if I'm flow Wouldn't mind gettin mine where do I go Straight to the top But what if I don't I'm not kiddin I'm stuck on my throne man I'm bullshitting ain't gettin that load Nothing gonna stop me from gettin my doe Did I did I st-st-stutter mother fucker I ain't tryin to lose on life these other suckers Cus I'm fresh to death I'm way to clean Nothings gonna stop us know what I mean, SongtexteKnow what I mean, know what I mean I'm fresh to death, know what I mean [Chorus 2:] Everywhere that I go, I'm certified dope On stage at the show, I'm certified dope When I'm in the studio, I'm certified dope I'm certified dope I'm certified dope Everywhere at I go, I'm certified dope On stage at the show, I'm certified dope When I'm in the studio, I'm certified dope [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2] Stamp of approval your camp is removable The champion of amplified sound make it beautiful What do you think your doing limiting my vision I stomp you with my d.c's limited edition Give me a rhythm I hit em harder than tyson With a rhymer I recite them I'm shining bright like a brightlen Hold my mic like a knife start slashing and slicing Cold as snow when it falls yes y'all I can ice em Ya hear the verdict I'm certified dope Get murdered by words that I wrote no joke Eh-yo You hear the verdict I'm certified dope Get murdered by words that I wrote no joke that's right Eh-yo ya heard it I'm certified dope Get smoked by 35 guys on coke Get broke by dirty white guys on dope My folks are pretty hype-wired on dope My strobe light 35 wired on dope So I'm not ready for bedy-by no Bedy by by bedy by by bo I'm pretty fly for a white guy on dope This guys gettin high in my video so I wouldn't mind tryin why should'ntI yo Hey yippie yi-yo yippie yi-yi-yo I'm flipping, I'm tripping, I'm skippin by you I'm flying right by, I'm flying right through No tellin what the hell a high mind might do From van to hong kong down to catmando My brain go blam blam while I gangbang you [Choru 1] Three two one zero [Chorus 1] Aus Songtexte Mania