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Artist/Band: Coolio
Lyrics for Song: Geto Highlites
Lyrics for Album: Gangsta's Paradise [1995]



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.


Album Lyrics: Gangsta's Paradise [1995]


Coolio
"Gangsta's Paradise [1995]"


1. That's How It Is
2. Geto Highlites
3. Cruisin'
4. Exercise Yo' Game
5. Smilin'
6. Fucc Coolio
7. Kinda High Kinda Drunk
8. For My Sistas
9. Is This Me?
10. A Thing Goin' On
11. Bright As The Sun
12. Recoup This
13. The Revolution
14. Get Up Get Down