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coolio - geto highlites (lp version) [explicit] 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 n-ggas 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 n-ggas fightin’ their case with public defenders
be your own good ride
right right
these are the geto hilites
to the n-ggas who smokin’ indo chocolate tired of stress
n-ggas 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 cr-ps
n-ggas 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 b-tch up the street called 9-1-1 now
one time his d jacked a n-gga and old b-tch
liscence and registration
“all i got is a drivers permit”
n-ggas can’t have sh-t 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 k!lled 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 n-ggers who loced up during the l.a. riots
be your own good ride
right right
these are the geto hilites

the n-gga with all 16 switches sitting ods
who got jacked he tried to pull out his gat
pulling s-x in through his back
now his momma ain’t all black
and n-ggas 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 t-tties 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 s-x
be your own good ride
right right
these are the geto hilites
young n-ggas 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 motherf-ckers who think their sh-t 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 n-gga
that’s still gonna be a n-gga 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

- coolio lyrics

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