Game So High song lyrics

We havin' a celebration, let us stay high

We havin' a celebration, let us stay high

We havin' a celebration, let us stay high

We havin' a celebration, let us stay high

Nigga blowing on that ayo, breakin' down them trees

I'm out the door with dro on the keys

Scooping up Chris and I'm hitting 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 do'

Ray Bans in my face, never know when my eyes low

Smoke good, fuck good, eat good, steakcap

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 bringing that bread home

Roll up

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

It's a celebration, all on the pole they doing the dance

Anticipating I'm feeling your body, hoping that you would just give me a chance

God damn babe, just hold your glass up for this toast

My ca$h 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 girl I'm celebratin' you tonight

Uh, yeah I'm bloooown no cigarillo, rillo

Love when I'm Mellow, get on my level 101 Karats in my bezel

I'm ooooon, like soon as the ice cream truck at the ghetto

Little knucklehead always in trouble soon as I ask shawty her number, fashooooooo

Yeah I get it then I gone, then I hit it like bone bone

Now you fucking 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 th-thong. thong thooooong

Yeah she throwin' that ass back

Hard as a bat, sit on my lap

Fucking 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

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 gone light that weed up, I'm Trukfit tee'd up

Hoes down, B's up

Rollin' and chokin' and movin' slow motion, I'm floatin' I'm gone

Rollin' and chokin' and movin' slow motion, I'm floatin' I'm gone