Common Celebrate Lyrics

The Dreamer / The Believer Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 The Dreamer
  • 2 Ghetto Dreams
  • 3 Blue Sky
  • 4 Sweet
  • 5 Gold
  • 6 Lovin’ I Lost
  • 7 Raw (How You Like It)
  • 8 Cloth
  • 9 Celebrate
  • 10 Windows
  • 11 The Believer
  • 12 Pops Belief
  • [Chorus]
    Everybody home, ain't nobody gone
    And I got all my *****s around
    It feel good, don't it? Getting hood on it
    And I got all my *****s around
    I got a couple minutes in town
    A couple hundred *****es around
    So baby go on and get us a round
    'Cause I got all my *****s around

    We partying, yeah got body and
    Exotic broads lobbying, Spanish, Somalian
    Fly, we live it 'til we die
    We living in the night looking in the eye
    On our paper 'til we get it like Dubai
    Chi *****s stand up, plastic cups
    Girls with the drastic butts, that ask for bucks
    It don't stop here
    Bottles of Veuve pop here
    And we gonna get around like 2Pac's here
    Celebrate like it's new year
    Some bomb broads coming, type nuclear
    Yeah, it's so ridiculo
    Lit the medicinal, passed it give-and-go
    Backwards liquor store


    In my Paul Smith like an alcoholic
    My guys I used to hoop with, is now who I ball with
    This raw ***** came in looking flawless
    Tonight she'll be giving conscious, headlights!
    Beaming from the Beemer that her momma bought her
    I got to act right for her like I'm an author
    Look where drama brought us, look where karma brought us
    Married to the game, like Usher we was caught up
    Now we got some R&B broads we can call up
    You *****s come around keep the wall up
    Smoke blowing out thinking of tomorrow and the simple things
    Hustlers from the go, how far we done came


    Ah, another night, we love the night
    For the life, getting bugged tonight
    Wait 'til I get my money right
    Told you it's gonna be on like the business that we lean on
    Put my team on, get our heat on
    Ah, I knew her when she strip, her name was Chardonnay
    My *****s move work even on a holiday
    We come from porches and alleyways
    I'm the big ticket, don't need no one to validate
    You celebrate

    We ain't gotta wait
    It's a toast to you and me
    Bills ain't so bad, celebrate that
    Party in the yard 'til the lights come on
    Ain't nobody crying
    We've come so far, been climbing
    Now the clouds they passed us by
    C'mon and raise your glass up high


    Written by: James Edward Fauntleroy Ii, Kenneth Clark Loggins, Ernest Dion Wilson, Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Bob James, Makeba Riddick
    Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING

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