[00:00.00] 作词 : J. Austin/D. Davis/C. Hamabe/A. Ivey Jr.
[00:00.01] 作曲 : J. Austin/D. Davis/C. Hamabe/A. Ivey Jr.
[00:00.03]What you gonna play now
[00:08.97]Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up
[00:24.36]Every geto got a different name, but they all the same
[00:27.21]So Coolio loco gonna put you up on game
[00:29.70]We got homies who sell straps
[00:31.35]Homies who sell crack
[00:32.73]Homies who sell the bomb chronic sacks and fat dubs
[00:35.55]Giving the neighborhood niggas love
[00:37.65]Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, forty thieves, gangstas, and thugs
[00:41.01]Two hoodrats be scrapping over who knows what
[00:43.50]The loudmouth one loced up in front of the ice cream truck
[00:46.26]And broke all of her lee nails where the big G's live
[00:49.02]The little homie be gettin' out on count
[00:51.06]This time he might get stuck attempted
[00:52.98]One eight seven and he's a minor with priors
[00:55.23]So the DA want him tried as an adult
[00:57.57]The big homey just had a son no joking
[00:59.76]I think his baby's mom is smoking cause she always broke
[01:02.91]And the young girls is dressing more and more sleazy
[01:05.61]And everybody and their momma talking bout OJ and Eazy
[01:10.74]To the hoochies in the Hondas and Sentras
[01:11.88]Young niggas fightin' their case with public defenders
[01:14.73]Be your own good ride
[01:15.48]Right right
[01:20.10]These are the geto highlites
[01:20.61]To the niggas who smokin' indo chocolate tired of stress
[01:23.19]Niggas who got warrants out for their arrest
[01:25.65]Be your own good ride
[01:26.52]Right right
[01:29.04]These are the geto highlites
[01:30.75]Slap boxin' with all the young hoochies watchin'
[01:32.97]Dead cats in the street playing craps
[01:34.92]Niggas catchin dice with they feet
[01:36.57]Think they got the funk that one fool got stoked out
[01:38.82]Cos he's a mark with a gun
[01:40.29]The nosy bitch up the street called 9-1-1 now
[01:43.35]One time his D jacked a nigga and old bitch
[01:45.99]License and registration
[01:47.19]"All I got is a driver’s permit"
[01:48.84]Niggas can't have shit we got dogs that rip but don't even trip
[01:52.65]Welcome to Southern California
[01:54.39]Liquor stores and churches on every other corner
[01:56.76]Your little brother plays pop warner
[01:58.44]Darks raided the dope spot
[01:59.85]Eight-year-old kid got shot cos they mistook his BB gun for a Glock
[02:03.60]And I ain't forgot about the homey Lano
[02:06.33]He got killed by a sucker way back in the eighties oh
[02:09.84]I heard the homies mighties is ballin' out of state
[02:12.30]He got himself off unemployment checks in Section 8
[02:14.85]Hey the homiez kickin' it real
[02:17.01]Yeah I hear what he's sayin' loc
[02:18.21]Sometimes it's just like that in the hood
[02:20.25]Yeah don't nothin' change of the game but the name
[02:24.51]That's right you know that's right
[02:26.82]To the young hustlers that's trying to stack that knot up
[02:29.13]The house parties that's gonna always get shot up
[02:32.01]Be your own good ride
[02:32.79]Right right
[02:35.28]These are the geto highlites
[02:36.48]Community programs to stop the violence
[02:40.20]All the niggas who loced up during the L.A. riots
[02:43.05]Be your own good ride
[02:43.83]Right right
[02:46.32]These are the geto highlites
[02:48.15]The nigga with all 16 switches sitting On D's
[02:50.58]Who got jacked he tried to pull out his gat
[02:52.23]Bullets exit through his back
[02:53.55]Now his momma in all black
[02:54.87]And niggas is going to the barber to get a fade
[02:57.33]They carried their dead homey to his grave
[02:59.49]Pour out a little liquor
[03:01.08]Homegirl down the street with the green eyes and big titties is getting thicker
[03:04.62]Neighborhood clubs beat him up and crackheads be selling TVs and VCRs
[03:08.58]For forty bucks so what's up
[03:10.05]Yesterday the homey committed a bank caper
[03:12.63]Saw the chase on the news and read the story in today's paper
[03:16.14]His little girl's just now taking training wheels off her bike
[03:18.57]While her daddy got twenty-five to life at Fort Strike
[03:21.06]The little homey just tripped and stripped
[03:22.92]Because he didn't realize that the joint was dipped
[03:25.80]That's right
[03:26.49]OG's joining the nation and it's all good
[03:29.10]B.G's is retaliating cause they enemies done crossed out they hood
[03:32.67]Crackhead momma's smoking whole accounting checks
[03:35.40]Dope dealers who serve nickel pieces for sex
[03:38.25]Be your own good ride
[03:39.15]Right right
[03:41.52]These are the geto highlites
[03:43.53]Young niggas going to school to be a doctor
[03:46.05]Late night sounds of gunshots and helicopters
[03:49.38]Be your own good ride
[03:50.22]Right right
[03:54.60]These are the geto highlites
[03:55.11]To all the mother****ers who think their shit don't stank
[03:57.33]Rollin' on Ds and then appear for robbing banks
[04:00.36]Be your own good ride
[04:01.53]Right right
[04:03.63]These are the geto highlites
[04:04.98]This is just a little something for a nigga
[04:08.04]That's still gonna be a nigga if he don't get no bigger
[04:11.37]Be your own good ride
[04:12.18]Right right
[04:14.67]These are the geto highlites
[04:15.87]Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up
[04:28.56]Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up

作词 : J. Austin/D. Davis/C. Hamabe/A. Ivey Jr.
作曲 : J. Austin/D. Davis/C. Hamabe/A. Ivey Jr.
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 ice cream 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 highlites
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 highlites
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
License and registration
"All I got is a driver’s 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 homiez 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 geto highlites
Community programs to stop the violence
All the niggas who loced up during the L.A. riots
Be your own good ride
Right right
These are the geto highlites
The nigga with all 16 switches sitting On D's
Who got jacked he tried to pull out his gat
Bullets exit through his back
Now his momma in 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
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 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 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
B.G's is retaliating cause they enemies done crossed out they hood
Crackhead momma's smoking whole accounting checks
Dope dealers who serve nickel pieces for sex
Be your own good ride
Right right
These are the geto highlites
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 geto highlites
To all the mother****ers who think their shit don't stank
Rollin' on Ds and then appear for robbing banks
Be your own good ride
Right right
These are the geto highlites
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 geto highlites
Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up
Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up