celebration (remix)

Lyrics

], rollin and chokin and movin slow motion, i'm floatin on goooooooood, rollin and chokin and movin slow motion, i'm floatin on goooooooood, step out the door and i'm rollin slow motion, i'm finna get down with my g's, look 'round the crib and then pick up my keys, hop in the fo' then go so niggaz don't know, i'm puffin on that, reefer, that chronic that grow from them trees, and now we smokin, throwin up b's, and i got bone thugs on my team, you know we steadily drinkin that liquor, walk off in the club, say whassup to my niggaz, and i'm stumblin into that hydro, look at me eyes low, where the pyro, smokin the same in indonesia, and cairo, i'm back to back in them blunts, now where did-a me light go?, 'fore i get psycho let's get high bro, sittin and choppin with krayzie, stuffin that haze inside of me swisher mayne, layzie, flesh, wish, and never forgettin my nigga bizzy, aimin slow on mr. ouija, better know who the boss, you don't wanna get tossed in the river mayne, east 99 on the grind, it feel the same, put the purp' in the bluuuuuunt, yeah, got a call from compton, celebration real niggaz so you know that i'm comin, laced up, little bit of sun, little bit of fun, they got love in compton for bone, little hennessy, a little cali green, i'm floatin, chokin, i'm gone, look for somethin to poke on, i'm so high, got my loc on, but i'm so real, life is so chill, i'm a grown man, nigga fo' real, it's mine cause i'ma spend it, keep my hustle on so i'ma get it, i'm in my own lane, nigga pay tolls, nigga no change, if anything, better have mine, 'fore the party stops, nigga gun range, bop bop bop!, well i'm in the back with a blunt, steady get it in, first to the last of the month, keep 'em comin, niggaz think i don't smoke weed no mo', i smell it then i say pass the bong, we're havin a celebration, so gone i don't even know what the occasion is, can't even remember my name and shit, man look at what this nigga game done did, this nigga done made me relapse on a weed track, put some purp' in the blunt cause i need that, drink a 40 on my own in the zone, still i won't get feedback, know the haters wanna see me, for the love a nigga bustin, so i'm feelin like i'm runnin with the devil, everybody got the level when a nigga got me ready to roll, and hydro got me ready to blow, split that swisher, roll some mo', if y'all niggaz ain't know bone can smoke, highly highly high, but on the lowly lowly low!, tell me what they want, a little bit of bone, with a little bit of game, still the same, thugs swang, haters can hate if they want, for me it's still a wonderful day!, hit 'em off the top like on the block, it look like he just seen a ghost, got 100 kids floatin around in my hood, and we goin for broke, hit the weed and the blunts lil' bro, and roll up some smoke, get 36 of that o.g. if it's potent tell 'em run the whole ki', all my niggaz down in tha land gettin that gwap, hustlin, eatin, gettin no sleep, from cleveland to cali we winnin mayne, with game mayne, we chiefin mayne, it's the first of the month and we yawnin, that's my everyday agenda, red strings, bigger heaters, five thugs-n-harmony members, we havin a celebration, love to stay high, we havin a celebration, love to stay high, we havin a celebration, love to stay high, we havin a celebration, love to stay high, we havin a celebration, love to stay high, we havin a celebration, love to stay high, we havin a celebration, love to stay high, we havin a celebration, love to stay high, my life is a movie, it's just like a party, i wake up and roll up and blow on that maui, wow-wee, early in the morning the room is still cloudy, all night long my thugs is just rowdy, all we do it for a celebration, we celebrate life in the fast lane, and never we hesitate, only we demonstrate, original cash game, mix it up with the hash mayne, i might let you hit it but never do ask mayne, that miracle lyrical mari-j-uana my sponser, that's why i don't have pain, l-burna gon' have thangs, my mission is music, always reppin that eazy-e, cause what he gave me you can't take that from me, b-o-n-e, to the t-h-u-g, to the g-a-m-e, got the game on lock, lock lock lock lock but rock, it don't stop, party over here, better call the cops cause it's hot, the buddah keep penetratin, we celebratin, real niggaz made it, no longer me needin me hair braided, just faded, faded!, we havin a celebration, love to stay high, out of my khakis, out of my gucci, and i'm gonna roll somethin when i roll, when i roll that ooh-wee, hey, let me put it back, gotta love that, put it out? fuck that, little henny on the side in the ride, better make it alright, not much time lookin back, better handle my business here, puff puff, pass, and my last, gotta leave a little baggy in the air, gotta put a little love in the glass, my legendary level-headed peers, grab a buckle when i buck 'em with a beer, sellin dope from the back of the stairs, that's when it was clair, but thanks to game and this life, to keep hip-hop alive for the ones alive, and even my niggaz that's dead and gone, every time in smoke and it's like them niggaz still live on, hustlin, i still do it, celebrate and elevate your mind, little bizzy gotta keep it movin, everybody on the first still high, ], "jesus piece," december 11th, we celebratin the birth, death, and the resurrection of black jesus, but until then, yeah, breezy!, put the purp' in the bluuuuuuuunt