[Intro: J. Prince]
Yeah, it's time to do it like a G.O., once again
You know in 1989, we knocked on the door
In 1990, we beat on the door
Now it's 1991, we finna kick this mothafucker in

[Verse 1: Willie D, Bushwick Bill & Scarface]
Let's talk about a scandal
The album Geffen found too hot to handle
Fucked up the minds of you and yours
The last LP from the Geto Boys
Can you believe those hypocrites
Would distribute Guns n' Roses but not our shit?
And they say we're a racist act
Ain't that the pot callin' the kettle black?
Man, fuck them hoes
We got new partners and got shit done regardless
'Cause our fans are every day down to die hard
Around the globe to 5th Ward
I read a news report
Some lawyer in Florida wanna take us to court
Somebody tell that country-ass hick to go suck a dead man's dick
You scream obscenity, but it's publicity
You want hoes, so, don't act like you don't know
Better fuck with somebody else before you get popped
'Cause we can't be stopped
[Chorus]
Geto Boys, Geto Boys
Geto Boys, Geto Boys

[Verse 2: Willie D, Scarface & Bushwick Bill]
People are frightened when they hear the Boys
'Cause we ain't just a bunch of noise
None of that me-me rappin'
We let your motherfuckin' ass know what's happenin'
Bitches get raped, n***as get murdered
Adults fuckin' kids in numbers unheard of
It's on the news every hour
Why can't I talk about it?
Everybody seem to be after us
Even the manufacturers wouldn't press our disc, you know it wasn't fair
Fuck everybody who work there
And every motherfuckin' reporter across every motherfuckin' border
You said the album wasn't comin' out fighter
But when it did you couldn't find your typewriter
Keep lettin' the government dictate what you hear
Next they'll put stickers on your ears
Even with that move we got 'em in anguish
'Cause we'll learn sign language
We can't be stopped

[Chorus]
Geto Boys, Geto Boys
[Verse 3: Willie D, Scarface & DJ Ready Red]
Willie D is the gangsta of love
Some of my friends sell drugs
I sell knowledge that you can't get at home
'Cause the game is sold, not told
Promoters took away our tour
Negative press made them insecure
And you wonder why you never see a video
Of the voys from the ghetto
No radio, talkshow, or magazine were we in
And we still in the Top 10
You can't beat that with a bat
Huh, Hammer can't touch that
We from the motherfuckin' South
Now what was this bullshit about?
That we had to be from Cali or New York
Anybody can make it that got heart
Trenchcoats and gangster hats got my back
Any n***a around me got to pack
So come on, motherfuckers, come on, motherfuckers, flock
We can't be stopped

[Chorus]
Geto Boys, Geto Boys
Geto Boys, Geto Boys