Представляем точный текст композиции "Geto Highlites" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Coolio . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Geto Highlites» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Coolio передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Coolio - "Geto Highlites"
Lyrics to 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 Gs live The little homie be gettin out on account This time he might get stuck attempted One eight seven and hes 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 babys 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 hes 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 cant have shit we got dogs that rip but dont 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 aint 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 hes sayin loc Sometimes its just like that in the hood Yeh dont nothin change of the game but the name Thats right you know thats right To the young hustlers thats trying to stack that knot up The house parties thats gonna always get shot up Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites To the negros real to stop the violence All the niggers who loced up during the L.A. riots Be your own good ride 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 aint 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 whats up Yesterday the homey commited a bank caper Saw the chase on the news and read the story in todays paper His little girls just now taking training wheels off her bike While her daddys got twenty-five to life at Fort Strike The little homey just tripped and stripped Because he didnt realize that the joint was dipped Thats right OGs joining the nation and its all good Big Gs is retaliating cause they enemies are crossed out the hood Crackhead mommas 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 your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites To all the motherfuckers who think their shit dont stank Rollin D.B.s and then appear for robbing banks Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites This is just a little something for a nigga Thats still gonna be a nigga if he dont get no bigger Be your own good ride 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. to fade... [ Geto Highlites Lyrics ]
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