Gettin` High Lyrics

Gettin` High lyrics

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