Ghetto Fabulous

Ras Kass

featuring Dr. Dre Ice T Mack 10




[Ice T] I got juice but I can't stop no ocean liner baby!



[Ras] I'm down with you baby I'm there



[Ice T] Man don't miss this it's gonna be FABULOUS



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[Ras] We ghetto fabulous baby



The best food drink and women that money can buy




Verse One: Ras Kass




Every day of my life is off the ringer



That's guaranteed like a fistfight on Jerry Springer



I got the hottest flow to hit the street since lava



so holla, we all hustle for dollar dollars



From Sac to Houston, New Orleans to D.C.



[girls laughing] to beep beep



Bangin, catch me with a dimepiece next to me



My Body all over Your Body like LSG



Neighborhood celeb with the keys to my city like the mayor



Rookies askin us how to be a playa



Get in where you fit in, and never get your ghetto pass revoked



No matter how much money you make



Stay true to the game loc, guest list terror clothes



in jeans and tennis shoes, breakin your strict dress codes



Spit lyrical bricks, thirteen deep



so I can be richer than Master P sellin _Ghetto D_




Chorus: Mack 10




Ghetto, fabulous



Money make the world go round so let's handle this



Ghetto, fabulous



Broadcastin live from Los Angeles



We ghetto, fabulous



Money make the world go round so let's handle this



Ghetto, fabulous



Broadcastin live from Los Angeles




Verse Two: Dr. Dre




You ain't heard of me, you ain't listenin hard enough



Started in Compton servin from a ice cream truck



Now ten years later whippin a custom Navigator



Steppin on your toes playa, stuffin up your alligators



I'm ghetto, like Newport cigarettes, feel me



Boom bap and slap that ass silly



This is for the full time students slash part time strippers



And young niggaz, clockin at least five figures



Some of us pro atheletes, some of us rap over fat beats



Some of us hustle in the streets



Twenty deep in Club Nikki's so you know we gots to mingle



[???] off a pocket full of singles, huh



And it's all bueno, musical mafia like Frank Sinatra



Pop a thirteen shot glock to make you Go See the Doctor



Ain't nuttin nice



From hood to hood, love livin the lavish life




Chorus




Verse Three: Ras Kass




Nigga Stu-B-Doo in the GS, three ooh ooh



Playin number two Tekken, zero to sixty



in six point seven seconds *tires screech* hangin out the window



actin up, chickenheads like "You doin fo' months!"



Flexin the Rolex oyster perpetual, thirty-five diamonds



across the face, still eatin out foam cups and paper plates



We don't call it playa hatin in the nine-eight, it's P.I.



That's pass intereference, automatic first down



Want Juice like Tupac, then Obey Your Thirst clown



Be in the PJ's in NY, rockin DK



Mix EJ