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