Lyrics:
a hurry
And I was blowin' F1 before I had the cherry, legendary
When I go, they'll be smokin' out the cemetery
Oldschools all up and down the street
hoes
It's like a pussy supermarket; let's go shoppin'
Packed like sardines, clubs straight poppin'
Fuck the V.I.P. section
I'm bout to hit
their Linguist
Money is not the root of evil even the Angels celebrate the Rich
Don’t let them lie to you that’s a key to another empty-ish
House
Celebrate how our love
Turning tables by 5
Still pull out your chair and say baby let's dine
We Bipolar love
Bipolar love
I will wear the finest tux
Sip
the second tape, 2011, and now we elevate
Def Jam wanna sign me, it's time to celebrate
But little did I know, I had so much further to go
Let's take a trip
let's see the next day
The Cruddy Click clicks and classics k-kloaw
Cause it's beef on the streets then kick, kick the cow
Catapult and critters kick
rink, mobs and crews would take minks
Clean streets, hustlers, crack cocaine
Gave back by throwin block parties and basketball games
A lotta cash
they will call you black monkey
cfrica stand up
Yeah
Let's go
By the power of the Holy Ghost
By the power of the Holy Ghost
Ericki
We are movin' forward
wonderland a sweet surprise
The city streets are all adorned in red and green
A feeling in the air like you've never seen
We'll dance and sing let the sleigh
Christmas
Have a funky, funky Christmas
Have a funky, funky Christmas
New Kids On The Block, let's rock, it's Christmas time
We're gonna celebrate it
Yeah
Is your boy Sky Gee
Young boy from the jungle
Give them
Yeah let's go
He don tey wey we dey for the street
2 4 7 we dey do things
We dey sleep
you alive?
Let's reinvent the Gods, all the myths of the ages
Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests
Have you forgotten the lessons
And hitting oil, money, I'ma be making
I'm in the streets, and I've been killing the cops
These days we eating bacon
If you think I'm an easy target
I'll let
All men love thee from the hood to Wall Street
5th ave Ma, now let me go and cop that
Harlem tracks and braids running down my back
Hair so long it's
Street, either way,
Top of the car park,
Bunnin’ the haze,
This is the life that we chose,
So we gotta down this road,
At the end of the day,
Yeah,
Early
that, I'm here to celebrate
Got my people with me, just don't get in my way
They like who that be
When I walk down the street
When they hear the hard
this the mission
Put more funds in academic research and education
The kids up in your streets be the reason they celebrate
You know we rise by
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
plans witnessed a man die
Was only fifteen, should've been a beauty queen, still
See her crying by the caskets when her parents got killed
Little girl,
theories
Concealed indictments handed to the grand jury
Get some money now, you hated by your own kind
The home invasion done by niggas in your bloodline
to get it
Draped in gold screaming squad them my woes
Let it snow the streets cold
Home for the holidays double cup of that drank
Yes Lord
Buying things we
litty vibe
For me hustlers wey dey bump and grind
Pull up to my street 'round 8:30
While we drinking cold beer and eating nkwobi
Never let nobody kill my
alive today
He ought've seen the fireworks show
It went on anyway
He was as right to celebrate as any
As anyone in that crowd
Policeman was wrong to shoot
Celebrate, grab a drink and put a blunt in the sky
Worldwide, nigga it's 1999
Shit out of control, sign of the times
I ain't had this much fun
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