Intro: Ras
Once again, we take over Ras Kass, Dr. Dre and 10 connected. We ghetto baby. The best food, and pussy that money can buy.
One: Ras Kass
Every day of my is off the ringer That's guaranteed, a fistfight on Jerry Springer I got the hottest to hit the street since lava so holla, we all hustle for dollar From Sac to Houston, New to D.C. We drinkin' (?) the beats beep Bangin, catch me with a dimepiece to me My Body all over Body like LSG Neighborhood celeb with the to my city like the mayor Rookies us how to be a playa Get in you fit in, and never get your ghetto pass revoked No matter how money you make Stay true to the loc, guest list terror clothes in jeans and tennis shoes, your strict dress codes lyrical bricks, thirteen deep so I can be richer than P sellin 'Ghetto D'
Mack 10
We Ghetto, Money the world go round so let's handle this Ghetto, live from Los Angeles We ghetto, Money make the world go round so handle this Ghetto, Broadcastin live Los Angeles
Verse Dr. Dre
You ain't heard of me, you listenin hard enough Started in Compton servin a ice cream truck Now ten years later whippin a custom 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 slash part time strippers And young niggaz, clockin at least figures Some of us pro atheletes, some of us rap fat beats of us hustle in the streets Twenty deep in Club so you know we gots to mingle Trickin' (?) off a full of singles, huh And it's all bueno, musical mafia like Sinatra Pop a thirteen shot glock to make you Go See the Ain't nice >From hood to hood, love the lavish life
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Verse Three: Ras
Nigga in the GS, three ooh ooh Playin number two Tekken, to sixty 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 foam cups and paper We don't call it playa hatin in the nine-eight, P.I. That's pass intereference, automatic down Want Juice like Tupac, then Obey Thirst clown Be in the PJ's in NY, DK Mix EJ OJ, OK, we say "L.A. niggaz got came John Elway got a superbowl ring" The homies down for whatever, we the chedda Swiss accounts, and mo' mozzarella fella
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Ugh! And it stop!
HAHA, WESTSIDE BABY, HAHA!
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