Fire, Master P - Gettin' High lyrics

What's up y'all, you heard me
Master P in this bitch, I'mma introduce y'all
To my lil homie, his name Fire
He bout to get y'all real fucked up
With this gangsta shit

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

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

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 ho, because your ho 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

I'm getting higher, off that fire
We got the blunts and optimoes
We coming shy brah

The chrome is mine
I holds a nine for those times
When niggas 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

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

Damn nigga you choking, hold on hold on
Hold on here, smoke this