Artist: Ras featuring Dr. Dre, Ice-T, Mack 10 [Ice-T] I got juice but I can't no ocean liner baby! [Ras] I'm down you baby, I'm there [Ice-T] Man don't miss this gonna be FABULOUS ... [Ras] We fabulous baby The best food, drink, and that money can buy
Verse One: Ras
Every day of my is off the ringer That's guaranteed, like a fistfight on Jerry I got the hottest to hit the street since lava so holla, we all hustle for dollars From Sac to Houston, New to D.C. *girls laughing* to beep Bangin, catch me with a dimepiece to me My Body all over Body like LSG Neighborhood celeb with the keys to my city the mayor askin us how to be a playa Get in where you fit in, and never get your ghetto pass No matter how much money you Stay true to the loc, guest list terror clothes in jeans and tennis shoes, breakin your dress codes Spit lyrical bricks, thirteen so I can be richer Master P sellin Ghetto D
Mack 10
Ghetto, Money make the world go round so let's handle Ghetto, live from Los Angeles We ghetto, Money make the world go round so let's this Ghetto, Broadcastin live from Los
Verse Dr. Dre
You ain't heard of me, you ain't listenin hard Started in servin from a ice cream truck Now ten years later whippin a Navigator on your toes playa, stuffin up your alligators I'm ghetto, Newport cigarettes, feel me bap and slap that ass silly This is for the full time students part time strippers And young niggaz, clockin at five figures Some of us pro atheletes, some of us rap fat beats of us hustle in the streets Twenty deep in Club Nikki's so you know we to mingle [???] off a full of singles, huh And it's all bueno, musical mafia Frank Sinatra Pop a thirteen shot glock to make you Go See the Ain't nice hood to hood, love livin the lavish life
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Verse Three: Ras
Stu-B-Doo in the GS, three ooh ooh Playin number two Tekken, zero to in six point seven seconds *tires hangin out the window up, chickenheads like "You doin fo' months!" Flexin the Rolex oyster perpetual, thirty-five across the face, still eatin out cups and paper plates We don't call it playa in the nine-eight, it's P.I. That's pass intereference, first down Want Juice like Tupac, then Obey Your Thirst Be in the PJ's in NY, DK Mix EJ OJ, OK, we say "L.A. got crazy came like John got a superbowl ring" The down for whatever, we stack the chedda Swiss accounts, and mo' mozzarella fella
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