Ras Kass Lyrics

Album: Rassassination

Ghetto Fabulous Lyrics

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 with OJ, OK, we say 

"L.A. niggaz got crazy came 

like John Elway got a superbowl ring" 

The homies down for whatever, we stack the chedda 

Swiss bank accounts, and mo' mozzarella fella 

Chorus