Celebration (feat. Chris Brown, Tyga, Wiz Khalifa & Lil Wayne) - The Game

Nigga ain't let me catch my breath or nothin' You heard me? Ha! Peek-a-boo, bitch (yeah), swag scare your kids My airplane clothes flyer than your bestest shit (really) Gorillas in the mist, pro-black, pump they fist I'm from the Planet of the Apes, King Kong clips Silence lambs, bitch (yes), run through your land trippin' Can't pretend when this is real as it gets, can ya? (No) If shit hits the fan, I Ron Artest niggas (ha) This how I'm living getting tatted in some house slippers I like my bitches simple, lay back, relax ya mental (bitch) Shit, you know what I do, now, tell me what you tryna get into The man car's rented (right), the man car killing (yes) Gossipping? Fuck the car, look at the man in it, ha Boys-to-man business, we don't hire bitches Just fire bitches, Young Money fire-spitters Them red ants is with us and they ain't ate they dinner (no) Begin the feast, feet lying, fatality finish I'm killin these records, they put me in Guinness I really don't give a f-fuck if you witness You hear it, listen, buy it, steal it I'm still gonna get my fucking percentage I cuss a lot 'cause bitch I'm serious, young no beard Get soup, like gumbo with shrimp Flyer than Dumbo ears is, bitch Now, my dog, T, was just rocking, you heard me? Hit the weed, T, you heard me? Yeah Uh, now let me start by sayin' I don't like this beat But I weather the storm, I'm a lightnin' streak Uh, Weezy F. Baby, I do it big, weigh me Them crazy freaky bitches tryna to Cirque du Soleil me Got some new bitches, trail got 'em laughin' The one that gave me head can suck the nail out a casket Shotgun on the kitchen table, bullet shells in the cabinet Fuckin' with me is like steppin' on the tail of a dragon Wet pussy is my cabin, more bitches than a pageant I keep a house full nigga, call me Bob Saget Spendin' time backwards, hotter than a cactus And we ain't in the buildin', we the fuckin' contractors Y-YM, motherfucker, why hate it? Young Money down your throat, you gotta stay hydrated Quaterback Weezy, young Tom Brandy Open up your mouth, and catch a bomb baby Good morning, dude, Eagle Street corner, Tune Long dough, no short bread, no Lorna Doone I'm warnin' you, we on the move Bunch of female dogs and garden tools That's bitches and hoes, hospital full, sick of my flow Hip-hop was washed up so I brought some change to finish my load I load millions and more millions Money to the ceilings? Nigga, No Ceilings Step up in this bitch, five o'clock in the morning The world is waking up, you can hear the pigeons yawning I'ma get that worm now, tell 'em it's my turn now Y'all niggas need a lesson on some ethic, you gon' learn now I do this for the love of it, saliva, 'cause I love to spit And I juke it for my future records, y'all gon' love to spin Fucking with my brethren, ten years strong And he put them dreads in, Silver John Long But he's more like platinum, hold up, here's a napkin Pick your jaw up off the floor and tuck your tongue right back in Tell me, where is Mack Maine? That's all I have

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Let me beat it up like Jaegen (oh yeah) I need to know what makes you horny Need you in my life in case you didn't know So me say bubble up on me, gyal you are all I need Baby me love how you wine it, gyal you a wining queen So me say cock up ya thick pretty body, gyal ya pretty like money Hot skull, love when ya wining, gyal you a wining queen Mi want a, rock star like Madonna Pretty like Soshanna and Tianna Gyal where ya deh mi can't see ya She wanna rock the boat like Aaliyah I need ya motion to feel like the ocean Wrap ya lips 'round me like ya smokin' And you ask why I never show emotion I lost too many friends to the bullshit But them can't catch me slipping man me focus Used to being hopeless but now dem can't miss me dem notice Them can't hold this, waste yutes Bogus, preeing my ting must've joke this Just, build a vibe, gyal when ya wine, my hand up ya thigh ya ya And it aint no surprise, when I'm inside, tears down ya eye ya ya So me say bubble up on me, gyal you are all I need Baby me love how you wine it, gyal you a wining queen So me say cock up ya thick pretty body, gyal ya pretty like money Hot skull, love when ya wining, gyal you a wining queen Baby me love when you bruk it off Love when you get high for me Gyal me say ya body hot Ah you me make light the weed Baby me love when ya bend over bad like me Range Rover Call one of ya friends over, fuck when we frost 'til we get sober Bathe then we start over naa carry no bad odour Gyal you a wine ya waist to the melody (baby) Gyal you a wine ya waist to the melody (oh yeah) Gyal you a wine ya waist to the melody (mmm) Gyal you a wine ya waist to the melody So me say bubble up on me, gyal you are all I need Baby me love how you wine it, gyal you a wining queen So me say cock up ya thick pretty body, gyal ya pretty like money Hot skull, love when ya wining, gyal you a wining queen You got a man but you messing with the wrong one When I ask you about your day, you had a long one Them other dudes try impress you, you running from them Soon as I send my location you wanna come there Yeah, yeah, you rolling with a real player Yeah, yeah, we private when we in the air Yeah, yeah, you say you never felt this 'Cause I can give you more then a little bit Got you begging for more when you feelin' it Screaming out to the lord when I'm killing it Baby I been on my grind, I been getting rich You should roll with me and enjoy all the benefits Little of this, little of that Leave with me once, ain't coming back You with a real nigga, baby that's a fact And when I hit it throw it back So me say bubble up on me, gyal you are all I need Baby me love how you wine it, gyal you a wining queen So me say cock up ya thick pretty body Gyal ya pretty like money, hot skull Love when ya wining, gyal you a wining queen

Zaytoven If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix Off button Pause button Stop button Lock button Belly button Big ol' ti- she pop buttons Head buttin' Versace button down unbuttoned to the top button Percosets that's my buttons, hit the pop button Psychopath, blunt big, big as Mama June off the diet plan Smoking science lab I should have tattoo that say "I'm not like my dad" Jesus Christ, Amen My hand in the psychic's hand, she see righteous plans I see business plans then I lose my mind and my attention span She see empty hands like, "Ooh, Lordy" Smelling like Cool Water Y'all got them new Cartier the Rollie was too salty That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie My little b- body a trophy Naked pics, five in the morning Sunglasses, smilin' emoji Pull up on the opps, surprise party Better get up and stand up like Bob Marley That is your homie, he died for ya Check your home screen, that's God calling (brr, hello?) We making an impact my n- We not just black n- We rich and black n- And all them b- they been after n- They run away then they come limpin' back, n- Amen, feeling like Our Father Should I get off my high horse? To get on my flying horses That's rich nigga problems avoid it My lil' bitch body will solve it And when you say, "Timber", please, will you whisper? My n- I'm quietly falling If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix Hello? Hello? Rich n-, rich n-, rich n- That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie I got rich n- problems, lil' whoadie If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix Rest in peace, I rest in peace and harmony I don't talk, I speak, after I pray, I preach I don't play, I cheat, after I stay, I leave The f- in the road, grab the fork and eat Turn that piggy bank to some hog head cheese But you doin' nothin' but they say "Nothin' ain't never worth nothin', but it's always free" Psychopath Blunt thick, thick as Mama June off the diet plan, smokin' science lab I should have tattoo that say, "I'm nothin' like your man" Jesus Christ, Amen My hand in the psychic' hand She see righteous plans, I see power plans She take my hands put 'em in her pants Do the hyphy dance then I wipe my hands Feeling like Our Father Should I get off my high horse to get on my flyin' horses? That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie You got penny pinch n- problems, lil' whoadie On the bench n- problems, lil' whoadie I got a b- n- problem, lil' whoadie More b- more problems, lil' whoadie That's rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Rich n- problems, lil' whoadie What is this n- problem, lil' whoadie? I got rich n- problems, lil' whoadie Yeah If lovin' me is wrong, I don't wanna be right then, damn, b- you hatin' I'm never wrong One time thought I was wrong, and I was only mistaken I live all alone, no house telephone, talk to you later I'm never home every time I thought I was home and it was only the matrix