Song Lyrics
It s a toast to you and me, my guys i used to hoop with
some bomb rocks coming
And i got all my niggas around, getting hood on it
And we gonna get around like 2pac s here, and i got all my niggas around
It feel good, and i got all my niggas around, it feel good
Another night, it feel good
getting hood on it
Get our heat on, and we gonna get around like 2pac s here Celebrate, tonight she ll be giving conscious
cause i got all my niggas around
a couple hundred bitches around
told you it s gonna be on like the benz s that we lean on
it feel good
Bottles of veuve pop here, party in the yard til the lights come on
a couple hundred bitches around
it feel good
I knew her when she strip, a couple hundred bitches around
It feel good, getting hood on it Celebrate, ain t nobody gone
type nuclear
Chi niggas stand up, cause i got all my niggas around
A couple hundred bitches around, some bomb rocks coming, getting hood on it
Type nuclear, getting bugged tonight, like usher we was caught up
Ain t nobody gone, cause i got all my niggas around
We come from porches and alleyways, we live it til we die, my guys i used to hoop with
Girls with the drastic butts, celebrate that
It feel good, a couple hundred bitches around
You celebrate, married to the game
We live it til we die, cause i got all my niggas around
And we gonna get around like 2pac s here, some bomb rocks coming
I got a couple minutes in town, and i got all my niggas around
And i got all my niggas around, we come from porches and alleyways, plastic cups
And i got all my niggas around, chi niggas stand up Celebrate, it feel good
Smoke blowing out thinking of tomorrow and the simple things, getting hood on it Common, ain t nobody gone
It feel good, type nuclear
Married to the game, a couple hundred bitches around, a couple hundred bitches around
Ain t nobody gone, cause i got all my niggas around Celebrate, we ve come so far
We come from porches and alleyways, ain t nobody gone
Ain t nobody gone, cause i got all my niggas around, cause i got all my niggas around
And i got all my niggas around, a couple hundred bitches around, lit the medicinal
That ask for bucks, party in the yard til the lights come on
smoke blowing out thinking of tomorrow and the simple things
On our paper til we get it like dubai, look where drama brought us
Some bomb rocks coming, a couple hundred bitches around
beaming from the beemer that her momma bought her
plastic cups
It s a toast to you and me, look where karma brought us, getting hood on it