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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 niggas don’t know

I’m puffin on that reefer

That chronic that grow from the 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 wassup to my niggas and

I’m stumbilin' into that hydro

Look-at-me eyes 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

Layzie, Flesh, Wish

And never forgetting my nigga Bizzy and

Aimin' slow on Mr. Ouija

Better know who the boss

You don’t wanna get tossed in the river man,

East 99, on the grind, it’s feel the same

(Put the purp in the blunt)

Got a call from Compton

Celebratin' real niggas 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 something 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 (mine)

'Cause 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

First to the last of the month

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

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 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

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 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

We having a celebration, love to stay high

We having a celebration, love to stay high

We having a celebration, love to stay high

We having a celebration, love to stay high

We having a celebration, love to stay high

We having a celebration, love to stay high

We having a celebration, love to stay high

We having 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-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

That miracle, lyrical, Mary-jay-wanna my sponsor

That’s why I don’t have pain

L-Burna gon' have thangs

My mission is music

Foe tha love of tha money

Always reppin' that Eazy-E,

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, (Cuz it’s hot)

The buddha keep penetratin'

We celebratin'

Real niggas made it

No longer me-need-a-me hair braided

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…)

Jesus Piece, December 11

We celebrating the birth, death

And the resurrection of the Black Jesus

But until then…

(Put the purp in the blunt)

We having a celebration, love to stay high

We having a celebration, love to stay high

We having a celebration, love to stay high

We having a celebration, love to stay high

We having a celebration, love to stay high

We having a celebration, love to stay high

We having a celebration, love to stay high

We having a celebration, love to stay high