Celebration

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)