Geto Highlites

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What you gonna play now?
 Get on up, get on up, get on up, get on up
 Every getto 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 that's a fact
 'Cause you from the neighborhood, niggas love
 Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, forty thieves, ganstas and thugs
 To unwrap the strap and then who knows what
 The loudmouth one loced up in front of the ice cream truck
 And broke all of the minis 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 wants 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 n- nwho smokin' indo chocolate, tired of stress
 N-, 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
 N-, 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"
 N-, can't have sh-
 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 getto 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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Duration
04:59
Key
7
Tempo
87 BPM

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