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Coolio - Geto Highlites lyrics
What you gonna play now Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Every geto got a different name but they all the same So Coolio loco gonna put you up on game We got homies who sell straps Homies who sell crack Homies who sell the bomb chronic sacks thats a fact Cause you from the neighborhood niggas love Pimps players suckers hoes forty thieves ganstas and thugs To unwrap the strap before you know what The loudmouth one loced up in front of the icecream truck And broke all of the sills where the big G's live The little homie be gettin' out on account This time he might get stuck attempted One eight seven and he's a minor with pride So the DA want him tried as an adult The big homey just had a son no joking I think his baby's mom is smoking cause she always broke And the young girls is dressing more and more sleazy And everybody and their momma talking bout OJ defense To the hoochies in the Hondas and Sentras Young niggas fightin' their case with public defenders Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites To the niggas who smokin' indo chocolate tired of stress Niggas who got warrants out for their arrest Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites Slap boxin' with all the young hoochies watchin' Dead cats in the street playing craps Niggas catchin dice with they feet Think they got the funk that one fool got stoked out Cos he's a mark with a gun The nosy bitch up the street called 9-1-1 now One time his d jacked a nigga and old bitch Liscence and registration "All I got is a drivers permit" Niggas can't have shit we got dogs that rip but don't even trip Welcome to Southern California Liquor stores and churches on every other corner Your little brother plays pop warner Darks raided the dope spot Eight year old kid got shot cos they mistook his BB gun for a glok And I ain't forgot about the homey Lano He got killed by a sucker way back in the eighties oh I heard the homies mighties is ballin' out of state He got himself off unemployment checks in Section 8 Hey the homiez kickin' it real Yeh I hear what he's sayin' loc Sometimes it's just like that in the hood Yeh don't nothin' change of the game but the name That's right you know that's right To the young hustlers that's trying to stack that knot up The house parties that's gonna always get shot up Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites To the negros real to stop the violence All the niggers who loced up during the L.A. riots Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites The nigger with all 16 switches sitting ODs Who got jacked he tried to pull out his gat Pulling sex in through his back Now his momma ain't all black And niggas is going to the barber to get a fade They carried their dead homey to his grave Pour out a little liquor Homegirl down the street with the green eyes and big titties is getting thicker Neighborhood clubs beat him up and crackheads be selling tvs and vcrs For forty bucks so what's up Yesterday the homey commited a bank caper Saw the chase on the news and read the story in today's paper His little girl's just now taking training wheels off her bike While her daddy's got twenty-five to life at Fort Strike The little homey just tripped and stripped Because he didn't realize that the joint was dipped That's right OG's joining the nation and it's all good Big G's is retaliating cause they enemies are crossed out the hood Crackhead momma's smoking whole accounting checks Dopedealers who serve liquor pieces for sex Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites Young niggas going to school to be a doctor Late night sounds of gunshots and helicopters Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites To all the motherfuckers who think their shit don't stank Rollin D.B.s and then appear for robbing banks Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites This is just a little something for a nigga That's still gonna be a nigga if he don't get no bigger Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. to fade |
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