Play it one more time, DJ.
Take a look at these records.
Play that song, motherfucker.
Ah, get off your feet.
That's what they call them,
thousand millennia,
motherfucker.
Play this *, motherfucker.
At your motherfucking ass.
What?
We boss mob and diamond productions.
Yeah, nigga.
Take a maid, motherfucker.
Play that *, motherfucker.
My nigga,
Big Trey,
South Memphis,
and Super Acre Hall,
nigga.
We loving this *, motherfucker.
Ah, at your ass.
Get your motherfucking ass up, nigga.
Get off your motherfucking trees, fool.
Make it quick,
side,
second,
just a love in the dark.
From coast to coast,
for diamond,
Pee Wee Jack,
having a ball.
Hitting cities where it's love,
all over the club.
Penny,
pull the sneaker,
go boss mobbing the dog.
Everything, everything like it's supposed to be.
Mutual agreement between 4-0 and me.
Everywhere I've done to see me,
I'm pushing plenty product.
Ask niggas down in Ripley,
did I bring it when I got it?
And yeah,
I know,
check out the scene where your head at.
It probably send to the follow you where your play at.
Swindle through the grass like a snake in the grass.
So low to the floor,
you probably couldn't see it,
trick ass.
Give him a minute,
he coming out to campaign it up.
Showing up with us,
protected by the realest enough.
All over the world,
gonna shine for time together.
Then it's forever,
gonna be your Taylor,
baby,
forever,
nigga.
I just wanna celebrate, celebrate.
I just wanna celebrate, celebrate.
I just wanna celebrate, celebrate.
I just wanna celebrate.
Yo,
yo,
yo,
yo,
it's a month that I keep some up.
Walk the old block,
slinging through them cuts that made this young blood.
Hold his head nuts, pushing boy into a mane.
Get him in and out, then book it, feels like.
Don't give a how,
I try,
you still gonna be a crook.
His right arm, strong hand, throwing left hook.
His sings on where my love at,
where my love went.
Eyes all around the place, say you still absent.
And uh, never thought it could be like this.
Talking illusions out of my sleep.
The beauty skin deep,
wants me to fall off the edge of my peak and lay it down.
But I refuse to go for that type noise.
On any ground,
just like the fox being chased by a hound.
So what you think about this person weighing up by them pounds?
And for the life of me,
make sure that all my days they count.
Before I bust, make every ounce of my breath.
Mix with the mind itself.
Walk in a trillion thousand,
shake the death,
I give a * about it.
I just wanna celebrate.
Celebrate! I just wanna celebrate.
Celebrate!
I
just wanna celebrate.
I just wanna celebrate.
Rolling with the R and I'm coming out hard.
I shoot the * with Taylor B,
blow a guard,
South Park.
All these niggas hating D,
cause I'm making my mark.
So soon as the niggas speak,
bout this beef and we spark.
Why you niggas grilling P?
I'm just doing my job.
Bust your ass with the faulty * murder,
blood clot.
It's all I got for you,
imitators faking you hard.
A late night call to your mom from the dock in the mall.
I send an unmarked car for you, setting abroad.
Daylight,
Sega night, plus we shelling galore.
Got that Von Money ready,
Casby pressing the charge.
They claiming killer on the town,
but I know that you saw.
Tater chip ass nigga with no nuts on no heart.
So when I see him on a V,
I'm leaving permanent scars.
New face in the place and I'm taking my pause.
Cause I'm the first and the worst when it comes to a squad.
I just wanna celebrate.
Celebrate!
I just wanna celebrate.
Celebrate!
Cheese making motherfuckers with plenty room for more.
Taylor Maye still in store,
before 2 triple O. Foot chasing time,
wasting up on a meal ticket.
99 still starving, but see I'm down with it.
Overcame everything except the canning mine.
Collaborated on convolution,
we'll * the game.
You can call me, but I died if I'mma answer you.
Be on the forefront of fashion,
lay down and bake us food.
You can call me when you need a man to rip it up.
You don't call me when the meth and tortures hook em up.
Camp A Jones ain't worried about it cause the sun gon' shine.
On everybody for better, to kill the hard times.
Add the lessons that you ain't lost,
gon' put a gap in game.
Gon' keep the public who love it from hearing gangsta bang.
Give it up cause Slim and Black was taught to elevate.
From city to city, so nothing we gon' celebrate.
I just wanna celebrate.
Celebrate!
Celebrate!
I
just wanna celebrate.
I just wanna celebrate.
Walk, walk, walk!