Lyrical Breakdown of Celebration - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Celebration" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game feat. Chris Brown, Tyga, Wiz Khalifa & Lil Wayne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Celebration" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that The Game feat. Chris Brown, Tyga, Wiz Khalifa & Lil Wayne employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high

Westside, westside, westside, westside, westside

Young Mula baby

We havin' a celebration, love to stay high

Nigga blowing on that ayo, breakin' down them trees

I'm out the door with dro and the keys

Scoopin' 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

Get they roll on, 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 fuckin' them redbones

She country thick and that hair long, that pussy killer, she dead wrong

She went to Howard, her head strong

Her momma tall, so her legs long

She went to college and got her masters

Now she bringin' 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

We havin' a celebration, love to stay high

We havin' a celebration, love to stay high (Yeah)

We havin' a celebration, love to stay high (Woah, oh)

We havin' a celebration, love to stay high

We havin' a celebration, love to stay high (Stay high)

We havin' a celebration, love to stay high (Oh)

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, girl, I'm celebratin' you tonight

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 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, thong

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

We havin' a celebration, love to stay high

We havin' a celebration, love to stay high (Yeah)

We havin' a celebration, love to stay high

Uh, 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 takin' pay cuts

Man somebody tell them hoes it's a celebration

All my niggas got guns no registration, yeah

Now go an' 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

Put the purp' in the blunt

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

Put the purp' in the blunt (Young Mula, baby)

We havin' a celebration, love to stay high

We havin' a celebration, love to stay high (Yeah)

We havin' a celebration, love to stay high (Woah, oh)

We havin' a celebration, love to stay high (Woo, hoo)

We havin' a celebration, love to stay high

We havin' a celebration, love to stay high (Stay high)

We havin' a celebration, love to stay high (Oh)