What you gonna now Get on up, get on up, get on up, get on up
Every got a different name, but they all the same So loco gonna put you up on game We got homies who sell straps, who sell crack who sell the bomb chronic sacks thats a fact
'Cause you from the neighborhood, niggas Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, thieves, ganstas and thugs To unwrap the strap what The loudmouth one up in front of the icecream truck
And all of the [Incomprehensible] where the big G's live The little homie be out on account This time he might get attempted One eight seven and he's a with pride
So the D A him tried as an adult The big homey just had a son, no I think his baby's mom is 'cause she always broke And the young is dressing more and more sleazy And everybody and their momma talking 'bout O.J.
To the hoochies in the and Sentras Young niggas fightin' their with public defenders Be your own good ride, right, are the geto highlites
To the niggas who smokin' indo chocolate, of stress Niggas, who got out for their arrest Be your own ride, right, right are the geto highlites
Slap boxin' all the young hoochies watchin' Dead cats in the playing craps Niggas, catchin' dice with they Think they got the funk, that one fool got out
'Cause a mark with a gun The bitch up the street called 911, now One time his D jacked a and old bitch Liscence and registration, "All I got is a permit"
Niggas, have shit We got dogs rip but don't even trip, welcome to Southern California stores and churches on every other corner Your little brother plays Pop
Darks raided the dope Eight year old kid got shot they mistook his B B gun for a glok And I forgot about the homey, Lano He got killed by a sucker way in the eighties, oh I heard the homies, is ballin' out of state He got himself off unemployment 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' of the game but the name That's right, you know that's
To the young hustlers that's trying to stack that up The house that's gonna always get shot up Be own good ride, right, right These are the geto
To the negros, real to stop the All the niggers who up during the L.A. riots Be your own ride, right, right These are the highlites
The nigger with all sixteen switches ODs Who got jacked, he to pull out his gat sex in through his back Now his momma, all black And niggas is going to the to get a fade
carried their dead homey to his grave Pour out a liquor Homegirl, down the street with the green And big titties is getting
Neighborhood beat him up And crackheads be selling and VCR's For bucks, so what's up Yesterday the homey committed a caper Saw the chase on the news and read the story in paper
His little girl's just now taking training off her bike While her daddy's got twenty-five to life at Fort The homey just tripped and stripped he didn't realize that the joint was dipped, that's right
O.G's the nation and it's all good Big G's is retaliating 'cause enemies are crossed out the hood
Crackhead smoking whole county checks who serve nickel pieces for sex Be your own good ride, right, are the geto highlites
Young niggas going to to be a doctor Late night of gunshots and helicopters Be own good ride, right, right are the geto highlites
To all the motherfuckers who think their don't stank OD's and then appear for robbing banks Be own good ride, right, right These are the geto
This is just a little something for my That's still gonna be a nigga if he don't get no Be your own ride, right, right These are the geto
Get on up, get on up, get on up, get on up Get on up, get on up, get on up, get on up