Celebration Songtext / Lyric

Ay

Uh

For the record

I used to a lot of humbling when i was little

Got a lot of whoopings over that shit too

And thats random, But so what?

Ha ha ha

Gimme that beat, fool

This a full time jack

no really this a Sounwave track

So really I ain't gotta steal nothing all I gotta do is kill it

When you press record button let the paralyzed feel it

I came back with a full time swag and the critics thought they had me

Nah, I just bought more batteries

Turned up supercharged, a medium away from living large

Matter fact where my niggas at?

Where my bitches with them pretty weaves?

Enemies bleed on the maxi pad

pussy you fucked with the wrong one

I'm on one, I'll make sure your kids breathe ammonia

Good kid, mad city

evil in my heart

From the blood niggas fuckin' with me, crip niggas tryna kill me

Malcolm X mind state, if I raise the crime rate

It's a legitimate reason why

I put on repeat Kanye's "Touch The Sky"

But I'll be looking past that I'm tryna touch God

My heart to the heavens, the rebel of the reverend

Ya'll married to the game well I'm bout to crash weddings

I put a lot of pain in the shit I write

If you going through something, this the shit you recite

This is bigger than life

This is Kendrick Lamar

This is Jimi Hendrix guitar on tour? I mean war like that!

Yeah, straight like that

People don't be shy

Release them balloons to the sky

I need the world to celebrate me! (One time)

You'll never know when I'm gone (Two times)

In 2010 I'm tryna ball, nigga!

Like shooting jumpshots in the mall, nigga!

That's a quote from Ab-Soul

I suppose since you laugh that's the ultimate goal

On behalf of the

TopDawg conglomerate

shall stay anonymous

Searching seven continents accomplishing big shit

Big ass, big tits she on me

And just to get to me she'll fuck the homies. homie's homies

The life of a cool nigga

My nigga Tony said "just do you, nigga!

Sure improve, nigga

And they gon' play you for a fool that's for sure

Till they know you got the stankiest stew, nigga!"

I ain't tripping I'm just tippin' on fo-fo's

Back in the city and tippin' on four hoes

cold cold

He's sick con, slick on

Drop red jewels like a school bar mitzvah

People don't be shy

Release them balloons to the sky

I need the world to celebrate me! (One time)

You'll never know when I'm gone (Two times)

Why ya'll complain about OG's?

I don't look at a legend and say you owe me

Not Snoop not Dre not Ice Cube

Quik

went to the same school

I look in the mirror and do it myself like a self made nigga

I don't need a maid, nigga

Do I need a cosign from Dre or Jigga?

They can make me much bigger, but do I need em though?

I just need a flow

The type of shit that make you think you seen Pac ghost

"Me Against The World"

on you motherfuckers

I got my back against the wall and a .45

Dog get smoked, Chris Tucker

Uhh, tryna record my steelo

Even when I'm not there just like TiVo

The hoes tell me that I got a real big ego

And weed move slow right now but E go

You know what I'm talkin' bout?

I look at your Audemars to put ya'll in time out

It's time to unveil the real

And your career is about as frail as Ms. Winehouse

Just salute, grab a fluke, and pull the wine out

Just like that

People don't be shy

Release them balloons to the sky

I need the world to celebrate me! (One time)

You'll never know when I'm gone (Two times)