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letra de c.e.l.e.b.r.a.t.e. - jai blizz

jai blizz
” c.e.l.e.b.r.a.t.e.”

[verse 1:]
had them nights in the hole/ just rice in a bowl
it’s the price what you sow/ i got a license to go
i’m a walking timebomb/ i’m ignited to blow
got indicted for blow/ hater’s excited fa sho
3 high school credits/ but i still ain’t dumb
faced life two times, pimpin’ still ain’t sung
they say life too short/ but i couldn’t agree
picture mandatory 20 and you couldn’t get free
man free baby boy/ man free g baby
the time that they got woulda drove me crazy
free reggie, new york, and my nigga jamal
tyree, fat rat, i pray for ’em all
and everybody else, man ima pray for you too
just cause i forgot ya name don’t mean we wasn’t cool
man celebrate for the times that’s here/ and the times to come
man i’m feeling like i won

[chorus]
c.e.l.e.-b.r.a.t.e
celebrate for that dayy that they let me free
c.e.l.e.-b.r.a.t.e
pop a bottle for the one’s that said it wouldn’t be me
c.e.l.e.-b.r.a.t.e
celebrate for my man’s that won’t get free
c.e.l.e.-b.r.a.t.e
man i still did my thang and i ain’t need a degree

[verse2:]
trapper of the year/ i can’t add up my stains
hoping i ain’t on that list when they add up them names
but i been feeling a little broke/ a little outta my element
but when you see ’em taking pictures, homie stop selling it
do it like this, since i got good plugs
ima charge a nigga extra when he need him some drugs
and a j ask for credit/ gotta give me collateral
cause i ain’t tryna go back to a ball like a lateral
yeah i got the latter to- the altitude, the latitude
don’t show a attitude/ boy just show me gratitude
fiends tryna cut they head cause i ain’t give ’em a hit
b-tches tryna cut my bread cause i ain’t give ’em the d-ck

[verse 3]
the say practice makes perfect, well i gotta agree
that’s how i learned how to cook crack before i got a degree
boy lil’ niggas stuntin’ like “who fresher than me”?
whipping at 16/ hustlin’ embedded in me
see i cool it most the time/ boy they be listening
i be thinking people telling on me when they whistling
watching the law creep/ i wonder what they mission is
just got a new strap, already know where the kitchen is
this shit too loud/ might blow out your eardrums
it’s 2011, homeboy i don’t wear 1’s
and i don’t need a chain for you to remember my name
clientele on the block still remember my cane
and that cat no name still remember my aim
had the wildest fiends ever/ still remember my stains
stomp homie out the chuck’s/ still remember my sprains
thousands in a transaction, still remember my gains

- jai blizz

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