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    Geto Highlites

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    Добавлена 16 апреля 2013 пользователем Миша

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    Текст песни Geto Highlites
    Текст песни Geto Highlites
    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 thats a fact
    Cause, you from the neighborhood niggas love
    Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, forty thieves, ganstas, and thugs
    To unwrap the strap before you know 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 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 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
    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 glok
    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 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
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