Geto Highlites Coolio

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 and fat dubs
Giving the neighborhood niggas love
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, forty thieves, gangstas, and thugs
Two hoodrats be scrapping over who knows what
The loudmouth one loced up in front of the icecream truck
And broke all of her lee nails where the big G's live
The little homie be gettin' out on count
This time he might get stuck attempted
One eight seven and he's a minor with priors
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 and Eazy

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 hilites
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 hilites