Get high Get high Get high Get high West side West side West side West side [Hook] We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high
[Game] Blowing on that ayo Breakin’ down them trees I’m out the door with ? on the keys Scooping up Chris and I’m hitting the freeway Yeah, got a whole sip of that purp Got a couple bitches at home with no clothes on Cause they roll on us, twerk We hot boxing that Ghost, Ace all in that door Ray Bans on my face, never know when my eyes low Smoke good, fuck good, eat good, stay ? She said backwards, kill switches, ? take out Yeah but I love ? redbone, she country thick and that hair long That ? killer, she dead wrong She went to Howard, her hair strong, her momma taught her, her legs long She went to college and got a masters, now she bringing that bread home Roll up
Get high, get high, get high… Put the purp in the blunt Westside, Westside, westside…
[Hook]
[Chris Brown] It’s a celebration, don’t let the police do anything Anticipating I’m feeling your body, hoping that you would just give me a chance God damn B, just hold your glass up for this toast My cash up and your ass up, the ones tipping them hoes And if you wanna roll, have the best fucking night of your life, no lie, no lie Me and you together girl I’m celebrating you tonight
[Tyga] Uh, yeah I’m blown no cigarillo rello Loving like Mello, get on my level 101 carats in my bezel I’m on, like soon as the ice cream truck at the ghetto Little knucklehead always in trouble soon as I ask shawty her number, fo sho Yeah I get it, then I bone, then I hit it like bone bone Now you fucking up my zone, my zone, my zone Said she wait for daddy come home Told me she aint got nothing on I’m talking no thong, th-thong, thooong Yeah she throwing that ? back Hard as a back, sit on my lap Won’t need nothing better than that That’s a fact, thats a fact Don’t act hollywood cause I don’t act Bout my business but I don’t slack This my celebration rap, so…
[Hook] We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high (x4)
[Lil Wayne] I pour up for Pimp C, light up for Soulja Slim Straight out the gutter, with the rest of the bowling pins Money for days, go both ways On the road to riches, bitch I got road rage Got the kush in the swisher, got the pussy in a liquor Got a silencer on the gun, take it off like a stripper Yeah, wake up, wake up I’m going at your face make up These niggas need stitches cause they taking pay cuts Man somebody tell ‘em, its a celebration All my niggas got guns no registration Now go an’ light that weed up, I’m Trukfit tee’d up Pull down, beez up
[Wiz Khalifa] Rollin’ and chokin’, I’m movin’ in slow motion, I’m puttin’ on ?