Gettin` High lyrics

Artist  : Fire 
Song : Gettin` High



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f/ Master P







(*Master P talking*)



What's up y'all, you heard me



Master P in this bitch, I'ma introduce y'all



To my lil homie, his name Fire



He bout to get y'all real fucked up



With this gangsta shit







[Fire]



The buddah sack, circulates through the chest



Puts the mind to rest, fresh from everyday
stress



In the West, that's why I pack a tech and strap
my vest



Flex nothing less, than optimoes or it gots to
go



Cause y'all hoes, don't know this nigga well



I like to get blowed, and rocks what I sell



As I dwell through the home, of the Sac, but
ain't nobody



Passing up the potent, watch a nigga jump up on
it



If you want it nigga get it, hit it



Inhale exhale, then bail through the angel's
spell







[Hook]



I'm getting higher, off that fire



We got the blunts and optimoes, we coming shy
brah



I'm getting blowed we getting blowed, so let's
get blowed together



Let's put a five up on the dime, and hit it with
the fellas







[Fire]



I got the Regal with the D's and Vogues, for them
skeezing hoes



Legal when I roll, because I stash a stack in the
dough



Don't be a hoe, because your hoe chose me



But most be, only they think I'm selling OZ's



Cause hoes see the gold teeth, and fresh pair of
baggies



Got the fade down, and there ain't no got the off
it in Cali



Up in the alley's where they from, nobody of that
nigga who got he jacked



Put the bullets in his back, for trying to take
my sack



No slack is cut, when nuts be tested



Ingested with herb smoke, from that West bitch







[Hook]







I'm getting higher, off that fire



We got the blunts and optimoes, we coming shy
brah







[Fire]



The chrome is mine, I holds a nine for those
times



When niggaz commit crimes, like armed robbery
I'm



Trying to get my mind right, and the rhyme tight
tonight



So that I might, make it to the lime light



On a flight to the top, with endo in the
cockpit



Fuck that rock shit, let the fiends jock it



I got some ends up in my pocket, and I'm bout it
bout it



If you can stop the Fire cess, nigga I doubt it
doubt it



Because I'm down with the South click, got clout
with



Them playas from the Oak Town, so let's smoke
now







(*inhaling, exhaling, choking*)







[Hook - 2x]







(*choking*)







(*Master P talking*)



Damn nigga you choking, hold on hold on



Hold on here, smoke this