"Geto Highlites" as written by O'kelly/isley Isley and Marvin/jasper Isley....
What you gonna 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 that's a fact
'Cause, you from the neighborhood niggas love
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, forty thieves, gangsters, and thugs
To unwrap the strap before you know what

The loudmouth one locked up in front of the icecream truck
And broke all of the sills 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 DA 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 OJ 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 ghetto highlights
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 ghetto highlights

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 9-1-1 now
One time his d jacked a nigga and old bitch
License 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 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 homies kickin' it real
Yeah I hear what he's sayin' loc
Sometimes it's just like that in the hood
Yeah 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 ghetto highlights
To the negros real to stop the violence
All the niggas who locked up during the L.A. riots
Be your own good ride

Right right
These are the geto highlights

The nigga 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 homey to his grave
Pour out a little liquor
Home girl 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 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
OG'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 highlights
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 ghetto highlights

To all the motherfuckers who think their shit don't stank
Rollin D.B.s and then appear for robbing banks
Be your own good ride
Right right

These are the ghetto highlights
This is just a little something for a 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 ghetto highlights

Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up.

Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up.


Lyrics submitted by aniota

"Geto Highlights" as written by Christopher Jasper Artis L Ivey

Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC , Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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