Celebration

The Game feat. Bone Thugs-n-Harmony

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You know we steadily drinkin' that liquor Walk off in the club say wassup to my niggas and I'm stumbilin' into that hydro Low with a pyro Smokin the same in Indonesia, and Cairo I'm back to back in them blunts Now where-did-me light go Before I get psycho, lets get high bro Sitting and choppin' with Krayzie Stuffin that haze inside-a-me swisha man Laced up Little bit of sun, little bit of fun Little Hennessy A little Cali green I'm floatin', chokin' I'm gone 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 (mine) Cuz I'm spendin' Keep my hustle on so Ima get it I'm in my own lane Nigga pay tolls Nigga no change, if anything Betta have mine Before the party stops Nigga gun range... Bop Bop Bop!!! Well I'm in the back with a blunt Steady get it in Have 'em coming Niggas think I don't smoke weed no mo' Smell it, then I say pass the bong We having a celebration So gone I don't even know what the occasion is Can't even remember my name and shit This nigga done made me relapse on a weed track Put some purp in the blunt cuz 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 swisha Roll some mo' If yall niggas 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 Hit 'em off the top like on the block It look like he just seen a ghost Got a 100 kids floating around in my hood And we going for broke Hit the weed and the blunts, lil bro And roll up some smoke Get 36 of that OG If it's potent, tell 'em run the whole key All my niggas down in the land getting that GWAP Hustlin', eatin', getting no sleep From Cleveland to Cali We runnin' man Wit' Game man We Chiefin' man It's the 1st of tha month and we yawnin' That's my everyday agenda Red Strings Bigger heaters Five Thugs-N-Harmony members My life is a movie It's just like a party I wake up and roll up and blow on that Maui Wow-eee 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, man I might let you hit it But never do ask, man My mission is music 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, (Cuz it's hot) The buddah keep penetratin' We celebratin' Real niggas made it Just chiefin' in my Wahoo Faded, Faded! We havin' a celebration Love to stay high Out of my Khakis Out of my Gucci And I'm gonna roll something, when I roll When I roll that "OOOO-WEEE," 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 Sell the doe from the back of the stairs That's when it was Clair, (Clair, clair...) But thanks to Game and this life To keep Hip-Hop alive for the ones alive And even my niggas that's dead and gone Everytime in smoke And it's like them niggas still live on Hustlin', I still do it Celebrate and elevate your mind Little Bizzy gotta keep it movin' Everybody on the 1st still high (high, high, high...) We celebrating the birth, death And the resurrection of the Black Jesus But until then... (Put the purp in the blunt) You know we steadily drinkin' that liquor Walk off in the club say wassup to my niggas and I'm stumbilin' into that hydro Low with a pyro Smokin the same in Indonesia, and Cairo I'm back to back in them blunts Now where-did-me light go Before I get psycho, lets get high bro Sitting and choppin' with Krayzie Stuffin that haze inside-a-me swisha man Laced up Little bit of sun, little bit of fun Little Hennessy A little Cali green I'm floatin', chokin' I'm gone 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 (mine) Cuz I'm spendin' Keep my hustle on so Ima get it I'm in my own lane Nigga pay tolls Nigga no change, if anything Betta have mine Before the party stops Nigga gun range... Bop Bop Bop!!! Well I'm in the back with a blunt Steady get it in Have 'em coming Niggas think I don't smoke weed no mo' Smell it, then I say pass the bong We having a celebration So gone I don't even know what the occasion is Can't even remember my name and shit This nigga done made me relapse on a weed track Put some purp in the blunt cuz 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 swisha Roll some mo' If yall niggas 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 Hit 'em off the top like on the block It look like he just seen a ghost Got a 100 kids floating around in my hood And we going for broke Hit the weed and the blunts, lil bro And roll up some smoke Get 36 of that OG If it's potent, tell 'em run the whole key All my niggas down in the land getting that GWAP Hustlin', eatin', getting no sleep From Cleveland to Cali We runnin' man Wit' Game man We Chiefin' man It's the 1st of tha month and we yawnin' That's my everyday agenda Red Strings Bigger heaters Five Thugs-N-Harmony members My life is a movie It's just like a party I wake up and roll up and blow on that Maui Wow-eee 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, man I might let you hit it But never do ask, man My mission is music 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, (Cuz it's hot) The buddah keep penetratin' We celebratin' Real niggas made it Just chiefin' in my Wahoo Faded, Faded! We havin' a celebration Love to stay high Out of my Khakis Out of my Gucci And I'm gonna roll something, when I roll When I roll that "OOOO-WEEE," 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 Sell the doe from the back of the stairs That's when it was Clair, (Clair, clair...) But thanks to Game and this life To keep Hip-Hop alive for the ones alive And even my niggas that's dead and gone Everytime in smoke And it's like them niggas still live on Hustlin', I still do it Celebrate and elevate your mind Little Bizzy gotta keep it movin' Everybody on the 1st still high (high, high, high...) We celebrating the birth, death And the resurrection of the Black Jesus But until then... (Put the purp in the blunt)