Artist: Ras Kass featuring Dr. Dre, Ice-T, 10 [Ice-T] I got juice but I can't stop no liner baby! [Ras] I'm down with you baby, I'm [Ice-T] Man don't miss this gonna be FABULOUS ... [Ras] We ghetto baby The best food, drink, and women that can buy
Verse One: Ras
Every day of my life is off the That's guaranteed, like a on Jerry Springer I got the hottest flow to hit the since lava so holla, we all hustle for dollars From Sac to Houston, New to D.C. *girls laughing* to beep Bangin, catch me a dimepiece next to me My Body all over Your like LSG celeb with the keys to my city like the mayor Rookies us how to be a playa Get in where you fit in, and never get ghetto pass revoked 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, deep so I can be richer than Master P sellin D
Mack 10
Ghetto, Money make the world go round so handle this Ghetto, Broadcastin from Los Angeles We ghetto, Money make the world go round so let's handle Ghetto, Broadcastin live from Los
Two: Dr. Dre
You heard of me, you ain't listenin hard enough Started in servin from a ice cream truck Now ten years whippin a custom Navigator Steppin on your toes playa, stuffin up your I'm ghetto, Newport cigarettes, feel me Boom bap and slap that ass This is for the full time students slash part time And young niggaz, at least five figures of us pro atheletes, some of us rap over fat beats Some of us hustle in the deep in Club Nikki's so you know we gots to mingle [???] off a full of singles, huh And it's all bueno, musical mafia Frank Sinatra Pop a thirteen shot glock to you Go See the Doctor Ain't nuttin From hood to hood, love livin the life
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Three: Ras Kass
Nigga Stu-B-Doo in the GS, ooh ooh number two Tekken, zero to sixty in six point seconds *tires screech* hangin out the window actin up, chickenheads "You doin fo' months!" Flexin the Rolex perpetual, thirty-five diamonds across the face, still eatin out foam cups and paper We don't it playa hatin in the nine-eight, it's P.I. That's pass intereference, first down Want Juice like Tupac, then Your Thirst clown Be in the in NY, rockin DK Mix EJ OJ, OK, we say "L.A. niggaz got crazy like John Elway got a ring" The homies for whatever, we stack the chedda Swiss bank accounts, and mo' fella
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