What you gon' play now? Get on up Get on up Get on up Get on up Every ghetto got a different name But they all the same So Coolio Loco gon' put you up on game We got homies who sell straps Homies who sell crack Homies who sell the bomb chronic sacks In fact, Tubbs Givin' the neighborhood niggas love Pimps playin' something So it's more than these Gangsters and thugs 200 raps, we're strappin' over who knows what The loudmouth one Loped up in front of the ice cream truck And broke all of these nails While all the BGs bared The little homie began to not account This time he might get stuck Attempting 1-8-7 And he reminded with pride So the DA want him tried as an adult The big homie just had a son No chokin' I think his baby mama is smokin' Cause she's always broke And the young girls are dressin' more and more sleek And everybody and they mama Talkin' bout O.J. and me Silhouettes in the hot dogs and citrus Young niggas fightin' They can't stop from the offense Be it Rome or Rye Rye, Rye These are the ghetto highlights To the niggas who smokin' Don't try to die in stress Niggas who got boys I'm funny arrestin' Be it Rome or Rye Rye, Rye These are the ghetto highlights Slap boxin' with all the young hoochies Watchin' dead cats in the street Playin' craps Niggas catchin' dice with they feet Nigga got the bark That one fool got stoned out Cause he's a bark when a gun And the nosy bitch up the street Call 9-1-1 now One time is deep Jack a nigga and don't bitch License and registration Call our goddess and drivers for fit Niggas can't have *** We got dogs and rips But don't even trip Welcome to Southern California Liquor stores and churches On every other corner Your little brother plays my corner North's way to 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 Lato He got killed by a sucker Way back in the 80's So I heard the homie Spidey Is ballin' out of state He got himself off of Employment checks and Section 8 Hey, the homie kickin' the real Yeah, I hear what he's sayin' though But sometimes we don't like that *** Yeah, don't like changin' the game But the name is nice That's why I know that There's a young hustler Tryin' to shack the night up That's how smart he's at So it always gets shot up Me and Bo were robbed Robbed, robbed These are the ghetto high life Community program to stop the violence All the niggas who locked up Doin' the LAP Me and Bo were robbed Robbed, robbed These are the ghetto high life The nigga with all sixteen Switches sittin' on knees Who got jacked He tried to pull out his gat But a sexy threw his back Now his mama in all black And niggas is goin' to the barber To get a fade They carry their dead homie To his grave Pour out a little liquor Oh, girl, down the street With the green eyes and big titties It's gettin' thicker Neighborhood clubs beam up And crackheads be sellin' TVs And VCRs for 40 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 This little girl just now Takin' trailing wheels off a bike While her daddy got 25 That life info's right The little homie just Tripped and stripped Because he didn't realize That the joint was dipped That's right O.G.'s joinin' the nation And it's all good B.G.'s is retaliatin' Cause the enemies Are crossed out the hood Crackhead mamas Smokin' old county checks Young dealers Who serve niggas Pieces to a set Be a broke or ride Ride, ride These are the ghetto high life Young niggas goin' to school To be a doctor Late night sounds Of gunshots and helicopters Be a broke or ride Ride, ride These are the ghetto high life To all the motherfuckers Who think they *** don't stink Rollin' OD's And in the pit for robbin' banks Be a broke or ride Ride, ride These are the ghetto high life This is just a little something For a nigga That's still gon' be a nigga And we don't get no fix Be a broke or ride Ride, ride These are the ghetto high life Get on up Get on up Get on up Get on up Get on up Get on up Get on up Get on up