• Gangsta's paradise
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  • Gangsta's paradise

    Geto highlites

    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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