Ras kass f dr dre ice lyrics t mack 10 ghetto fabulous lyrics

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 

 ... 

 [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