• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Ridin' High - Ella Fitzgerald
• Ridin' High - Peggy Lee
• Ridin' High - Kottonmouth Kings
• Ridin' High - Tony Yayo
• Ridin' High - Robert Palmer
• Ridin' High - Mac Miller
• Ridin' High - Warrant
• Ridin' High - Daz Dillinger
• Ridin' High - Cole Porter
• Ridin' High - Vargas Blues Band

Life's great, life's grand
Future, all planned
No more, clouds in the sky
How'm I ridin'? I'm ridin' high
Someone, I love
Mad for, my love
So long, Jonah, goodbye
How'm I ridin'? I'm ridin' high
Floating, on a starlit ceiling
Doting, on the cards I'm dealing
Gloating, because I'm feeling so hap-hap-happy, I'm slap-happy
So ring bells, sing songs
Blow horns, beat gongs
Our love, never will die
How'm I ridin'? I'm ridin' high

Someone, I love
Mad for, my love
So long, Jonah, goodbye
How'm I ridin'? I'm ridin' high
Floating, on a starlit ceiling
Doting, on the cards I'm dealing
Gloating, because I'm feeling so hap-hap-happy, I'm slap-happy
So ring bells, sing songs
Blow horns, beat gongs
Our love, never will die
How'm I ridin'? I'm ridin' high

Life's great, life's grand,
Future all planned,
No more clouds in the sky,
How'm I ridin'? I'm ridin' high!
Someone I love,
Mad for my love,
So long, Jonah goodbye!
How'm I ridin'? I'm ridin' high!
Floating on a starlit ceiling,
Doting on the cards I'm dealing,
Gloating because I'm feeling
So hap-hap-happy I'm slap-happy!
So ring bells, sing songs,
Blow horns, beat gongs,
Our love never will die,
How'm I ridin'? I'm ridin' high!
Someone I love,
Mad for my love,
So long, Jonah goodbye!
How'm I ridin'? I'm ridin' high!
Floating on a starlit ceiling,
Doting on the cards I'm dealing,
Gloating because I'm feeling
So hap-hap-happy I'm slap-happy!
So ring bells, sing songs,
Blow horns, beat gongs,
Our love never will die,

Chorus
Ridin' High
Switchin' lanes back and forth, poppin' strains of Indo
We ridin' high
Foot on the gas, car full and we smoke
Ridin' high
Laid back, smooth, it'll put you in the mood
We ridin' high
We're the Kings of the Chronic and this is how we do
When I bounce out, I got a pocket full of weed
Pants always sagged, Double Dash burnin' trees
?? Can't understand the next line ??
Stop at the liquor store to get a little somethin'
Pick a 12 pack up, a couple of blunts
Go back to the crib, now it's time to get drunk
Call my girl up, 'cause I need a lil' love
Roll another blunt, let the smoke float above
On a Sunday afternoon, just washin' my car
Gettin' it ready for the night and the boulevard
Polishin' all the chrome and shinin' up the tires
Smokin' joint after joint, I couldn't get no higher
Keep a mini-bong chillin' in my cup holder
Plus a bag in my lap full of nothin' but the dosha
Cruisin' out the neighborhood on a slow stoncreek ??
I'm just out ridin' high, simply doin' my thing
Chorus
Hittin' the weed and become just like me
Kush smokin' rebel full of THC ??
One hit, two hit, three hit, four
Then five more hits from my eight foot Roor
Then roll that shit up and hit it, pass it around
Don't hog it up or we take it away and put you down
You wanna medicate, meditate
Been known for hittin' the bong, blunts, and the vaporate
We ridin' high with an endless supply
Because we ?? and put the red in your eyes
We sack it up in three months, packin' the free lunch
After the 420, we stackin' the damn money
And so it goes if you're holidn' the dro
Break it out, blaze it up, then you hittin' & hold (??)
With the KMK or the Cypress blend
You better twist those ends and go tell your friends
Chorus
We rollin' out like Willy and the Chocolate Bunch
With a ??, blowin' nothin' but the Skunk
?? Can't understand the next line ??
?? Can't understand the next line ??
See the police, they ain't phasin' me
I've had a lot of cops sit down & blaze with me
Throw their guns and their badge on the table
And break out a pound ??

[Gunshot]
[Starts off with the beat of Dre & Rick Ross': "Chevy Ridin' High"]
[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
[DJ Noodles:] 40!... YAYO! {CAN'T FORGET...}
[40Glocc:] Infamous!
[DJ Noodles:] G-UUNIT! {BANK$!} COME ON!
[Chorus: 40Glocc]
Smokin' dro, ridin' high!
Ridin' high! (ridin' high!) Ridin' high! (ridin' high!) Ridin' high!
Smokin' dro, ridin' high!
Ridin' high! (ridin' high!) Ridin' high! (ridin' high!) {G-UNIT!} Ridin' high! {LET'S GO!}
[Tony Yayo:]
I am smokin' dro, I am ridin' high! {Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooo}
Man, I'm pissin' in a cup - and my P.O. sucks! {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
I'm a gangsta! - Interscope made Game a thug
'Ey, y'all witta scoop of bullet run to this Mag'.
In Cali', - I'm ridin' with' Spider and 40!
And I spider with' a.40, - so slow ya roll, shorty! [shot]
Listen JT! - You' a wannabe O-Dog,
I kidnap yo' wife! - Hit her in a ass, rolled on!
Oh, Lord! - Yayo's spazzin' again!
I make one phone call and they clappin' again! [shot]
Nigga four gunz up, - 5-5-1 {Whooooooooooooooooo}
Lodi Mack, swing the Mack; {Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!} and I'm cripple you, son! (YEAH!) {DAMN!}
[Chorus: 40Glocc]
Smokin' dro, ridin' high!
Ridin' high! (ridin' high!) Ridin' high! (ridin' high!) Ridin' high!
Smokin' dro, ridin' high! {CAN'T FORGET...}
Ridin' high! (ridin' high!) Ridin' high! (ridin' high!) Ridin' high! {DROW BROWN, DROW VODKA!}
[Outro: 40Glocc]
'Ey, Yayo! {BROOKLYN!}
You know you a fool, Cause!
Hahahaha!
Nigga, we ain't playin' witchu niggas! {Whooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}

Life's great, life's grand
Future, all planned
No more clouds in the sky
How am I ridin'? I'm ridin' high
Someone I love
Mad for my love
So long, Jonah, goodbye
How am I ridin'? I'm ridin' high
Floating on a starlit ceiling
Doting on the cards I'm dealing
Gloating, because I'm feeling so hap, happy
I'm slap, happy
So ring bells, sing songs
Blow horns, beat gongs
Our love never will die
How am I ridin'? I'm ridin' high
Love had sacked me
Simply knocked me for a loot
Luck has dished me
'Til you fished me from the soup now
Together we can weather anything
So please don't sputter
If I should mutter life's great lies
Grand future's all planned
No more clouds in the sky
How am I ridin'? High
Someone I love
Mad for my love
So long, Jonah, goodbye
How am I ridin'? I'm ridin' high
Floating on a starlit ceiling
Doting on the cards I'm dealing
Gloating, because I'm feeling so hap, happy
I'm slap, happy
Ring bells, sing songs
Blow horns, beat gongs
Our love never will die
How am I ridin'? How am I ridin'?

Ridin' with the windows down
Rollin through the city
Got the weed goin round
With the most dope with me
Simply gettin high like it's 1969
I'm a be grindin till the deal a hundred sixty
New york, atlanta too
Flyer then santa shoes
She bring her camera through
And I'm playin crash bandacoot
This beat a bitch got some cock to server
I'm a rape the game, no wrap this burger
Hey! above the clouds, seein stars like L.A
Have your girl always comin back like airway
I'm a' be rich that's what they tell me
So let me start workin' with this paper like a essay
Hey, athleticism workin game when I'm gettin' women
The freshest linen like I'm spittin through your television
In a day dream livin' while these minutes pass me by
Lean back and hang ya nikes out the ride
The windows down, turn the system up
[x2:]
We just tryna ride around cause we don't give a fuck
Got a full tank of gas and some shit to smoke
Hey! let's just hit the road
Rockin khakicalo jeans and the plain white tee
Nike watch pouch chain, spend a day like me
Hey, everyday like a movie scene
Smokin weed, eyes glued to the computer screen
Uh, super duper skeet ridin in the civic
Just got some speakers now I'm tryna get it tinted
Every dream vivid, talk it how I live it
Up in the airplane playin quidditch, bitches
This is once of a lifetime they gonna put me in a flight no price line
Used to want to be a model fightin crime
Till I realized the boy had the nicest rhymes
[x2:]
We just tryna ride around cause we don't give a fuck
Got a full tank of gas and some shit to smoke

I'm livin' just to live it up
Oh yeah
Since the day that I was born I've been rockin' on my block just a leather coated lover with a tatoo on my heart
Ooh yeah
Now I'm goin' downtown feel I should strut my stuff,babe workin' on one track mind and baby that's not all
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Now keep the motor runnin' 'cause ain't got time to waste I'm dressin' for success I guess I'm blessed with the taste I ain't no dream you're seeing things you haven't seen before
Oh yeah
Well I'm breathin' down your neck breackin' down your door
Yeah Yeah
Livin' just to live it up ridin' high
(ridin' free)
Gonna live it up before they bury me grade ourselves
(One hundred and three)
Gonna live it up before they bury me 'fore they bury me
Yeah oh one time
Ooh ooh
CHORUS
Yeah oh yeah
Gonna live it up gonna live it up
ridin' high

(Daz)
That Nigga Daz and Dub C in this motherfucker(what's happening nigga)
Doing what we got to do, every day all day
And if you didn't know! Now you know!
So get it right! Beeeoootch!!!(echoes)
And it goes like that
Gangsta shit, nuttin but gangsta shit
Gangsta shit, nuttin but gangsta shit
WC, Daz, nigga Daz
Gangsta shit, nuttin but gangsta shit
(Chorus)(x2)
Just ridin high!(Just ridin high)
Just ridin by!(Just ridin by)
Come on!
Don't trip, don't trip
(Daz)
It's like chill, why do we have to fool and get ill
On what we call the dollar dollar bill
You can get killed for that paint job and wheels
Oh my oh my I love the dollar dollar bill
Oh juicy, be like ?vision? when he shot steel
Put the blame up on you and be out with the loot
Slang coke or weed, pills
You got pinky when the cup of blood got spilled
Shit outta luck, there ain't no refills
I'm more deadlier then ever
What I got'll see through your armor shield
Show you breakdown with your bills
Recognize the real side that'll ride and kill
Just for sure
(Chorus)
(WC)
Chronic's in the bag, rollin all day
Blue ??????six with ?double? called ?say?
Age sixteen, I'm tired of hearing mom's mouth
"Motherfucker get a job or get ya punk ass out!"
A little wild seed, influenced by the g's
Strong bombing, pistol whipping and twisting niggas for cheese
It's the normal method, barrel start by the jail
Wreck a long one ????? the real stretch marks
A juvenile packing millimeters
And when I'm close to doing a third
Nigga I got more stripes then a zebra
Will I live and make it out of the ghetto
But will I die?
Only GOd knows nigga but for now I just know I'm just
(Chorus)
(Daz)
You got the upper hand
Take control and take command
Get your blast over with and cut the bullshit
I the need the chips in a hurry
By the end of the day I'm having em' don't worry
Sorta like a dream or a storybook
A born crook
Shook all the bustas that snitch
Now I'ma black book
It took a while
Being so broke it's hard to smile
Hard living, trying to be grown when I'm a child
Overshadowed by negativity
Running and stealing, running from security
Something like a mystery
Drugs,bitches to county jails, penitentiaries
My background history
Cause the game is so trickory
(WC)
Now what's the remedy
Should we strive, the streets is killing me
Or should we lay down in a cell shit's forgiving me
Criminal activity
Crack sales are killing me
(A bunch or syllables said really fast)
(Daz)
Just chill
(WC)
I'm tired of living the life of crime
(Daz)
Just chill
(WC)
The life of the deaf, dumb, and blind
(Daz)
Just chill
(WC)
Why do we have to fool and get ill
(Daz)
Don't trip
(WC)
It's all about the dollar dollar bill
(Chorus)
(Daz talking)
You motherfuckers wanted to know what the gang was all about
And now you know, you ain't got to look no further
WC and that nigga Daz
Bringing it to you, hardcore, raw, smooth, gangsta shit
Sucka!!
98-97 99-2G
Whoooo!!

Life's great, life's grand
Future, all planned
No more, clouds in the sky
How'm I ridin'? I'm ridin' high
Someone, I love
Mad for, my love
So long, Jonah, goodbye
How'm I ridin'? I'm ridin' high
Floating, on a starlit ceiling
Doting, on the cards I'm dealing
Gloating, because I'm feeling so hap-hap-happy, I'm
slap-happy
So ring bells, sing songs
Blow horns, beat gongs
Our love, never will die
How'm I ridin'? I'm ridin' high
Someone, I love
Mad for, my love
So long, Jonah, goodbye
How'm I ridin'? I'm ridin' high
Floating, on a starlit ceiling
Doting, on the cards I'm dealing
Gloating, because I'm feeling so hap-hap-happy, I'm
slap-happy
So ring bells, sing songs
Blow horns, beat gongs
Our love, never will die

i'm riding, i'm riding high
yes i'm riding, i'm riding high
i'm rolling, running on through the night
she's a cool teaser and i can't get her off my mind
when i'm away from her, seems like i'm doing time
well i'm riding, i'm riding high
i'm burning up this road
trying to get home 'fore the morning light
the man told me "son, try this shirt and tie"
but i'm doing what i can not to do that "nine to five"
i'm riding, i'm riding high
i said "too much rules and regulations"
i got to say "bye bye"
i wasted too much time down there on could nine
but now i'm up and moving making up for lost time
see i'm riding, i'm up here riding high
and i can't be looking back
i got to get back for what is mine
i'm riding, i'm riding high
i'm riding, 'said i'm riding high and i can't slow down