Dr Dre - Ghetto Fabulous Lyrics
Artist: ras kass featuring dr. dre, ice-t, mack 10[ice-t] I got juice but I cant stop no ocean liner baby![ras] Im down with you baby, Im there[ice-t] man dont miss this its gonna be fabulous...[ras] we ghetto fabulous babyThe best food, drink, and women that money can buyVerse one: ras kassEvery day of my life is off the ringerThats guaranteed, like a fistfight on jerry springerI got the hottest flow to hit the street since lavaSo holla, we all hustle for dollar dollarsFrom sac to houston, new orleans to d.c.*girls laughing* to beep beepBangin, catch me with a dimepiece next to meMy body all over your body like lsgNeighborhood celeb with the keys to my city like the mayorRookies askin us how to be a playaGet in where you fit in, and never get your ghetto pass revokedNo matter how much money you makeStay true to the game loc, guest list terror clothesIn jeans and tennis shoes, breakin your strict dress codesSpit lyrical bricks, thirteen deepSo I can be richer than master p sellin ghetto dChorus: mack 10Ghetto, fabulousMoney make the world go round so lets handle thisGhetto, fabulousBroadcastin live from los angelesWe ghetto, fabulousMoney make the world go round so lets handle thisGhetto, fabulousBroadcastin live from los angelesVerse two: dr. dreYou aint heard of me, you aint listenin hard enoughStarted in compton servin from a ice cream truckNow ten years later whippin a custom navigatorSteppin on your toes playa, stuffin up your alligatorsIm ghetto, like newport cigarettes, feel meBoom bap and slap that ass sillyThis is for the full time students slash part time strippersAnd young niggaz, clockin at least five figuresSome of us pro atheletes, some of us rap over fat beatsSome of us hustle in the streetsTwenty deep in club nikkis so you know we gots to mingle[? ? ? ] off a pocket full of singles, huhAnd its all bueno, musical mafia like frank sinatraPop a thirteen shot glock to make you go see the doctorAint nuttin niceFrom hood to hood, love livin the lavish life(chorus)Verse three: ras kassNigga stu-b-doo in the gs, three ooh oohPlayin number two tekken, zero to sixtyIn six point seven seconds *tires screech* hangin out the windowActin up, chickenheads like you doin fo months!Flexin the rolex oyster perpetual, thirty-five diamondsAcross the face, still eatin out foam cups and paper platesWe dont call it playa hatin in the nine-eight, its p.i.Thats pass intereference, automatic first downWant juice like tupac, then obey your thirst clownBe in the pjs in ny, rockin dkMix ej with oj, ok, we sayL.a. niggaz got crazy cameLike john elway got a superbowl ringThe homies down for whatever, we stack the cheddaSwiss bank accounts, and mo mozzarella fella(chorus)
