歌曲 | Celebrate |
歌手 | Outlawz |
专辑 | Outlaw 4 Life: 2005 A.P. |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
stearing to this tunnel of life | |
it ain't a far sight | |
in the dark | |
searching for god's light | |
so cold I got frost bite | |
lost kite from the prison | |
this system got these young niggaz lost like | |
mice in a maze | |
rollin dice to the grave | |
some say it's just the price of the fame | |
reality strike, repeat the same tragedy twice | |
all I'm thinkin man | |
it had to be life | |
when the casualties rise | |
plan plotting 'til your strategy dies | |
black cotton till i've gotten what's mine | |
I don't travel the globe | |
stood firm with an average of 4 | |
I was almost cut down like a half of a stole | |
but you know that ain't how we roll | |
from a soldier to a general | |
go leadin' still do what I'm told | |
I got the soul of a old head | |
in the young niggaz bodies | |
we don't put this gun in nobody | |
you don't wanna know no homie | |
what is really goin on | |
shit is real | |
couldn't tell you everything in a song | |
man the pain is so personal | |
so deep I couldn't explain it in words for ya | |
I don't sleep | |
I can rest when I'm dead | |
cause I'm blessed while I'm here | |
through the rain, pain | |
blood, sweat and tears | |
dedicated to underdogs | |
that wanna see us make it | |
we make it, they make it | |
this calls for celebration | |
[hook: TQ] | |
all around the world | |
we about to celebrate | |
the mamas ain't crying no mo | |
my niggaz ain't dying no mo | |
tell me do you wanna go | |
I mean it's kinda like a holiday | |
kinda like a white tray on silver day | |
kinda like jamaica in may | |
when all my people celebrate | |
[Kastro] | |
I wasn't born with a silver spoon | |
my mama was poor in the delivery room | |
but we gon make it | |
look done made it | |
cops still goin strong | |
mom poppin the greatest | |
life been good to a nigga | |
I remember bout the hood | |
and how I could do a nigga | |
but not me | |
I been good to a nigga | |
I support not no more | |
i'm a hood rich nigga now | |
and I'm hangin like wet clothes | |
the fresh white frisbee tee | |
countin bank rows | |
I ain't botherin with you stank hoes | |
another problem bit©h | |
I got enough for those | |
me, myself | |
I don't need nothin else | |
but a good mind | |
and some good health | |
that's all I got on my wish list | |
pop a bottle | |
what's the celebration bit©hes | |
[hook] | |
[E.D.I.] | |
we ain't sayin that it's all good now | |
any hood USA | |
man it still goes down | |
but despite of all that | |
we gon still have a good time | |
toss a few back | |
celebrate the fact | |
that my kids still eatin | |
man I'm glad I'm still breathin | |
glad I got my ratchet cause the snakes still creapin | |
man I got a lawyer cause the law still cheatin | |
listen, big bottles of drank | |
big weed in my pocket | |
nigga I got stanks | |
we gon drank, we gon smoke | |
till we damn near faint | |
and after all that | |
we gon do it again | |
this is for the good time | |
so we get some mo | |
if we don't we gon smile | |
on the ones before | |
if you got real ones | |
man hug your folks | |
cause you never know | |
when it gon go | |
so celebrate | |
[hook] |
stearing to this tunnel of life | |
it ain' t a far sight | |
in the dark | |
searching for god' s light | |
so cold I got frost bite | |
lost kite from the prison | |
this system got these young niggaz lost like | |
mice in a maze | |
rollin dice to the grave | |
some say it' s just the price of the fame | |
reality strike, repeat the same tragedy twice | |
all I' m thinkin man | |
it had to be life | |
when the casualties rise | |
plan plotting ' til your strategy dies | |
black cotton till i' ve gotten what' s mine | |
I don' t travel the globe | |
stood firm with an average of 4 | |
I was almost cut down like a half of a stole | |
but you know that ain' t how we roll | |
from a soldier to a general | |
go leadin' still do what I' m told | |
I got the soul of a old head | |
in the young niggaz bodies | |
we don' t put this gun in nobody | |
you don' t wanna know no homie | |
what is really goin on | |
shit is real | |
couldn' t tell you everything in a song | |
man the pain is so personal | |
so deep I couldn' t explain it in words for ya | |
I don' t sleep | |
I can rest when I' m dead | |
cause I' m blessed while I' m here | |
through the rain, pain | |
blood, sweat and tears | |
dedicated to underdogs | |
that wanna see us make it | |
we make it, they make it | |
this calls for celebration | |
hook: TQ | |
all around the world | |
we about to celebrate | |
the mamas ain' t crying no mo | |
my niggaz ain' t dying no mo | |
tell me do you wanna go | |
I mean it' s kinda like a holiday | |
kinda like a white tray on silver day | |
kinda like jamaica in may | |
when all my people celebrate | |
Kastro | |
I wasn' t born with a silver spoon | |
my mama was poor in the delivery room | |
but we gon make it | |
look done made it | |
cops still goin strong | |
mom poppin the greatest | |
life been good to a nigga | |
I remember bout the hood | |
and how I could do a nigga | |
but not me | |
I been good to a nigga | |
I support not no more | |
i' m a hood rich nigga now | |
and I' m hangin like wet clothes | |
the fresh white frisbee tee | |
countin bank rows | |
I ain' t botherin with you stank hoes | |
another problem bit h | |
I got enough for those | |
me, myself | |
I don' t need nothin else | |
but a good mind | |
and some good health | |
that' s all I got on my wish list | |
pop a bottle | |
what' s the celebration bit hes | |
hook | |
E. D. I. | |
we ain' t sayin that it' s all good now | |
any hood USA | |
man it still goes down | |
but despite of all that | |
we gon still have a good time | |
toss a few back | |
celebrate the fact | |
that my kids still eatin | |
man I' m glad I' m still breathin | |
glad I got my ratchet cause the snakes still creapin | |
man I got a lawyer cause the law still cheatin | |
listen, big bottles of drank | |
big weed in my pocket | |
nigga I got stanks | |
we gon drank, we gon smoke | |
till we damn near faint | |
and after all that | |
we gon do it again | |
this is for the good time | |
so we get some mo | |
if we don' t we gon smile | |
on the ones before | |
if you got real ones | |
man hug your folks | |
cause you never know | |
when it gon go | |
so celebrate | |
hook |
stearing to this tunnel of life | |
it ain' t a far sight | |
in the dark | |
searching for god' s light | |
so cold I got frost bite | |
lost kite from the prison | |
this system got these young niggaz lost like | |
mice in a maze | |
rollin dice to the grave | |
some say it' s just the price of the fame | |
reality strike, repeat the same tragedy twice | |
all I' m thinkin man | |
it had to be life | |
when the casualties rise | |
plan plotting ' til your strategy dies | |
black cotton till i' ve gotten what' s mine | |
I don' t travel the globe | |
stood firm with an average of 4 | |
I was almost cut down like a half of a stole | |
but you know that ain' t how we roll | |
from a soldier to a general | |
go leadin' still do what I' m told | |
I got the soul of a old head | |
in the young niggaz bodies | |
we don' t put this gun in nobody | |
you don' t wanna know no homie | |
what is really goin on | |
shit is real | |
couldn' t tell you everything in a song | |
man the pain is so personal | |
so deep I couldn' t explain it in words for ya | |
I don' t sleep | |
I can rest when I' m dead | |
cause I' m blessed while I' m here | |
through the rain, pain | |
blood, sweat and tears | |
dedicated to underdogs | |
that wanna see us make it | |
we make it, they make it | |
this calls for celebration | |
hook: TQ | |
all around the world | |
we about to celebrate | |
the mamas ain' t crying no mo | |
my niggaz ain' t dying no mo | |
tell me do you wanna go | |
I mean it' s kinda like a holiday | |
kinda like a white tray on silver day | |
kinda like jamaica in may | |
when all my people celebrate | |
Kastro | |
I wasn' t born with a silver spoon | |
my mama was poor in the delivery room | |
but we gon make it | |
look done made it | |
cops still goin strong | |
mom poppin the greatest | |
life been good to a nigga | |
I remember bout the hood | |
and how I could do a nigga | |
but not me | |
I been good to a nigga | |
I support not no more | |
i' m a hood rich nigga now | |
and I' m hangin like wet clothes | |
the fresh white frisbee tee | |
countin bank rows | |
I ain' t botherin with you stank hoes | |
another problem bit h | |
I got enough for those | |
me, myself | |
I don' t need nothin else | |
but a good mind | |
and some good health | |
that' s all I got on my wish list | |
pop a bottle | |
what' s the celebration bit hes | |
hook | |
E. D. I. | |
we ain' t sayin that it' s all good now | |
any hood USA | |
man it still goes down | |
but despite of all that | |
we gon still have a good time | |
toss a few back | |
celebrate the fact | |
that my kids still eatin | |
man I' m glad I' m still breathin | |
glad I got my ratchet cause the snakes still creapin | |
man I got a lawyer cause the law still cheatin | |
listen, big bottles of drank | |
big weed in my pocket | |
nigga I got stanks | |
we gon drank, we gon smoke | |
till we damn near faint | |
and after all that | |
we gon do it again | |
this is for the good time | |
so we get some mo | |
if we don' t we gon smile | |
on the ones before | |
if you got real ones | |
man hug your folks | |
cause you never know | |
when it gon go | |
so celebrate | |
hook |