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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Coolio
Coolio
Vocals
C. Hamabe
C. Hamabe
Keyboards
Devon Davis
Devon Davis
Keyboards
Chris Fletcher
Chris Fletcher
Guitar
James Brown
James Brown
Sampled Artist
Roy Pennon
Roy Pennon
Keyboards
The 40 Thevz
The 40 Thevz
Background Vocals
The Isley Brothers
The Isley Brothers
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Artis L. Ivey Jr.
Artis L. Ivey Jr.
Songwriter
C. Hamabe
C. Hamabe
Songwriter
J. Austin
J. Austin
Songwriter
Devon Davis
Devon Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
C. Hamabe
C. Hamabe
Producer
Devon Davis
Devon Davis
Producer
Mark Nathan
Mark Nathan
Mixing Engineer
Wino
Wino
Mixing Engineer
Bob Morse
Bob Morse
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
What you gon' play now?
Get on up
Get on up
Get on up
Get on up
[Verse 2]
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
Givin' the neighborhood ****' love
Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, forty thieves, gangstas, and thugs
Two hoodrats was scrappin' over who knows what
The loud mouth one loced up in front of the ice cream truck
And broke all 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 a minor with priors
So the DA want him tried as an adult
The big homie just had a son, no jokin'
I think his baby mama is smokin' 'cause she's always broke
And the young girls is dressin' more and more sleazy
And everybody and their mama talkin' about OJ and Eazy
[Verse 3]
To the hoochies in the Hondas and Sentras
Young **** fightin' their case with public defenders
Be your own good ride (Ride, ride)
These are the geto highlites
To the **** who smokin' Indo chocolate, tired of stress
**** who got warrants out for their arrest
Be your own good ride (Ride, ride)
These are the geto highlites
[Verse 4]
Slap boxin' with all the young hoochies watchin'
Dead cats in the streets playin' craps, **** 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 911, now
One time his D jacked a **** and old bitch
License and registration, "All I got is a driver's permit"
**** 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
'Cause 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 '80s, oh
I heard the homies mighties is ballin' out of state
He got himself off unemployment checks in Section 8
[Verse 5]
Ay, the homie's kickin' it real, yeah, I hear what he's sayin' Loc
Sometimes it's like that in the hood
Yeah, don't nothin' change in the game but the name
That's right, you know, that's right
[Verse 6]
To the young hustlers that's tryin' to stack that knot up
The house parties that's gonna always get shot up
Be your own good ride (Ride, ride)
These are the geto highlites
Community programs to stop the violence
All the **** who loced up durin' the L.A. riots
Be your own good ride (Ride, ride)
These are the geto highlites
[Verse 7]
The **** with all sixteen switches sittin' on D's
Who got jacked, he tried to pull out his Gat, bullets exit through his back
Now, his mama in all black and **** is goin' 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 gettin' thicker
Neighborhood clubs beat him up
And crack heads be sellin' TVs and VCRs
For forty bucks, so what's up?
Yesterday, the homie committed a bank caper
Saw the chase on the news and read the story in today's paper
His little girl just now takin' trainin' wheels off her bike
While the daddy got twenty-five to life at Fort Strike
The littleĀ homie just tripped and stripped
Because he didn't realize that the joint was dipped, that's right
OG's joinin' the nation and it's all good
BG's is retaliatin' 'cause they enemies done crossed out they hood
[Verse 8]
Crackhead mamas smokin' whole accountin' checks
Dope dealers who serve liquor pieces for sex
Be your own good ride (Ride, ride)
These are the geto highlites
Young **** goin' to school to be a doctor
Late night sounds of gunshots and helicopters
Be your own good ride (Ride, ride)
These are the geto highlites
[Verse 9]
To all the motherfuckers who think their shit don't stink
Rollin' on D's and then appear for robbin' banks
Be your own good ride (Ride, ride)
These are the geto highlites
This is just a little somethin' for a ****
That's still gon' be a **** if he don't get no bigger
Be your own good ride (Ride, ride)
These are the geto highlites
[Verse 10]
Get on up
Get on up
Get on up
Get on up
Get on up
Get on up
Written by: Artis L. Ivey Jr., C. Hamabe, D. Davis, J. Austin
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