Coolio - Geto Highlites Lyrics

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What you gon’ play now 
Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. 

Every ghetto 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 and fat dubs 
Get with the neighborhood niggas love 
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, forty thieves, ganstas, and thugs 
Two hoodrats be scrappin over who knows 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 in and out of county 
This time he might get stuck attempted 
One eight seven and he's a minor with prior 
So the DA want him tried as an adult 
The big homie 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 and Eazy 

To the hoochies in the Hondas and Sentras 
Young niggas fightin' their case with public defenders 
Be it wrong or right 
Right right 
These are the geto hilites 
To the niggas who smokin' indo chocolate tired of stress 
Niggas who got warrants out for their arrest 
Be it wrong or right 
Right right 
These are the geto hilites 

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 
Cos he's a mark with a gun 
The nosy bitch up the street called 9-1-1 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 cos they mistook his BB gun for a glock 
And I ain't forgot about the homie 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 it wrong or right 
Right right 
These are the geto hilites 
To the negros real to stop the violence 
All the niggas who loced up during the L.A. riots 
Be it wrong or right 
Right right 
These are the geto hilites 

The nigger with all 16 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 homie 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 tvs and vcrs 
For forty bucks so what's up 
Yesterday the homie 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 homie 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 done 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 hilites 
Young niggas going to school to be a doctor 
Late night sounds of gunshots and helicopters 
Be it wrong or right 
Right right 
These are the geto hilites 

To all the motherfuckers who think their shit don't stank 
Rollin D.B.s and then appear for robbing banks 
Be it wrong or right 
Right right 
These are the geto hilites 
This is just a little something for a nigga 
That's still gonna be a nigga if he don't get no bigger 
Be it wrong or right 
Right right 
These are the geto hilites 

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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lyrics submitted on 14-04-2005
lyrics corrected on 14-04-2005