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Geto Highlites

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Get on up, get on up, get on up, get on upEvery 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 truckAnd 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 prideSo 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. defenseTo 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 highlitesTo 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 highlitesSlap 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 WarnerDarks 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 8Hey 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 rightTo 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 highlitesTo 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 highlitesThe 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 fadeThey 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 thickerNeighborhood 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 paperHis 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 rightO.G's joining the nation and it's all good

Big G's is retaliating 'cause they enemies are crossed out the hoodCrackhead momma's smoking whole accounting checks

Dopedealers who serve liquor, pieces for sex

Be your own good ride, right, right

These are the geto highlitesYoung 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 highlitesTo 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 highlitesThis 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 highlitesGet 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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