Celebration

[Intro: Chris Brown]
Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high.
Westside, Westside, Westside, Westside, Westside.

[Hook: Chris Brown]
We havin' a celebration, love to stay high. [x4]

[Verse 1: Game]
Nigga blowin' on that ayo, breakin' down them trees,
I'm out the door with dro and the keys,
Scoopin' up Chris and I'm hittin' the freeway.
Yeah, got a whole zip of that purp,
Got a couple hoes home with no clothes on,
‘Cause they roll on us, let's twerk!
Now we hotboxin' that Ghost, Ace all in that Ghost,
Ray-Bans in my face, never know when my eyes low,
Smoke good, fuck good, eat good, steakhouse.
She said Backwoods, kill Swishers, you eat take out,
Yeah, but I love fucking them redbones.
She country thick and that hair long; that pussy killer, she dead wrong,
She went to Howard, her head strong; her mamma tall, so her legs long.
She went to college and got her masters, now she bringin' that bread home.
Roll up!

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Put the purp in the blunt,
Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high.
Put the purp in the blunt,
Westside, Westside, Westside, Westside, Westside.

[Hook] [x2]

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
It's a celebration, all on the pole they doin' the dance,
Anticipatin' I'm feelin' your body,
Hopin' that you would just give me a chance.
Goddamn, babe, just hold your glass up for this toast,
My cash up and yo ass up,
And I'm the one tippin' the most tonight, on the Westside.
And if you wanna roll, have the best fuckin' night of your life! No lie, no lie.
Me and you together, gir,l I'm celebratin' you tonight.

[Verse 3: Tyga]
Uh, yeah, I'm blown no cigarillo, rillo,
Love when I'm mellow, get on my level, 101 karats 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 fuckin' up my zone, my zone, my zone,
Said, she wait when daddy come home.
Told me, she ain't got nothing on
I'm talkin' no thong, thong thong.
Yeah, she throwin' that ass back,
Hard as a bat, sit on my lap.
Fuckin' with me, ain't nothing better than that,
That's a fact, that's 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] [x2]

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
I pour up for Pimp C, light up for Soulja Slim,
Straight out the gutter, with the rest of the bowlin' pins.
Money for days, bitches go both ways,
On the road to riches, bitch, I got road rage.
Got the kush in the Swisher, got the pussy, the liquor,
Got a silencer on the gun, take it off like a stripper.
Yeah, wake up, wake up, I'm goin' at your face, make up!
These niggas need stitches ‘cause they taking' pay cuts.
Man, somebody tell them hoes it's a celebration,
All my niggas got guns, no registration.
Now go ‘n light that weed up, I'm Trukfit teed up,
Hoes down, B's up!

[Wiz Khalifa:]
Rollin' and chokin' and movin' slow motion. I'm floatin' on good. [x2]

[Hook]