LyricsGeto Highlites

Coolio

Last update on: April 7, 2021
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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 [Incomprehensible] what The loudmouth one loced up in front of the icecream truck And broke all of the [Incomprehensible] 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 D A 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 O.J. 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 highlites 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 highlites 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 'Cause he's a mark with a gun The nosy bitch up the street called 911, 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 'cause they mistook his B B 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 highlites 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 highlites The nigger with all sixteen 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 TV's and VCR's For forty bucks, so what's up Yesterday the homey committed 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 O.G'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 highlites 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 highlites To all the motherfuckers who think their shit don't stank Rollin OD's and then appear for robbing banks Be your own good ride, right, right These are the geto highlites This is just a little something for my 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 highlites Get on up, get on up, get on up, get on up Get on up, get on up, get on up, get on up

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