What you gonna now Get on up, get on up, get on up, get on up
Every geto got a name, but they all the same So Coolio gonna put you up on game We got homies who sell straps, who sell crack Homies who the bomb chronic sacks thats a fact
'Cause you from the neighborhood, niggas Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, forty thieves, and thugs To unwrap the strap what The loudmouth one up in front of the icecream truck
And broke all of the [Incomprehensible] the big G's live The homie be gettin' out on account time he might get stuck attempted One eight and he's a minor with pride
So the D A want him as an adult The big homey had a son, no joking I his baby's mom is smoking 'cause she always broke And the young girls is dressing and more sleazy And everybody and momma talking 'bout O.J. defense
To the hoochies in the Hondas and Young niggas their case with public defenders Be own good ride, right, right are the geto highlites
To the niggas who smokin' indo chocolate, of stress Niggas, who got warrants out for arrest Be own good ride, right, right are the geto highlites
Slap boxin' with all the young watchin' Dead cats in the playing craps Niggas, catchin' dice with feet they got the funk, that one fool got stoked out
'Cause he's a with a gun The nosy bitch up the street 911, now One his D jacked a nigga and old bitch and registration, "All I got is a drivers permit"
Niggas, can't shit We got dogs that rip but don't trip, welcome to Southern California Liquor stores and churches on other corner Your little brother plays Pop
Darks the dope spot Eight old kid got shot 'cause they mistook his B B gun for a glok And I ain't about the homey, Lano He got killed by a sucker way in the eighties, oh I the homies, mighties is ballin' out of state He got off unemployment checks in Section 8
Hey the homiez kickin' it real, yeh, I hear he's sayin' loc it's just like that in the hood Yeh, don't nothin' change of the game but the That's right, you know that's
To the young that's trying to stack that knot up The house parties that's gonna get shot up Be own good ride, right, right These are the geto
To the negros, real to stop the All the who loced up during the L.A. riots Be your own ride, right, right These are the geto
The nigger with all sixteen sitting ODs Who got jacked, he to pull out his gat Pulling sex in through his Now his momma, ain't all And niggas is going to the barber to get a
They carried dead homey to his grave Pour out a little Homegirl, down the street the green eyes And big is getting thicker
Neighborhood beat him up And crackheads be selling TV's and For forty bucks, so up Yesterday the homey committed a bank Saw the chase on the news and the story in today's paper
His little girl's just now training wheels off her bike While her daddy's got to life at Fort Strike The little homey tripped and stripped he didn't realize that the joint was dipped, that's right
O.G's joining the nation and all good Big G's is retaliating 'cause they enemies are out the hood
Crackhead momma's smoking county checks Dopedealers who nickel pieces for sex Be your own ride, right, right These are the highlites
Young niggas going to school to be a Late night sounds of and helicopters Be your own good ride, right, These are the geto
To all the who think their shit don't stank Rollin OD's and appear for robbing banks Be your own good ride, right, These are the geto
This is just a little for my nigga That's still gonna be a if he don't get no bigger Be own good ride, right, right These are the geto
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