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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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