Intro: Ras
Once again, we take cash Ras Kass, Dr. Dre and 10 connected. We fabulous baby. The best food, drink and that money can buy.
Verse Ras Kass
Every day of my is off the ringer That's guaranteed, like a on Jerry Springer I got the flow to hit the street since lava so holla, we all hustle for dollar Sac to Houston, New Orleans to D.C. We drinkin' V-S-O-P (?) the beats Bangin, me with 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 your ghetto pass No how much money you make Stay true to the game loc, guest terror clothes in jeans and tennis shoes, breakin your dress codes Spit bricks, thirteen deep so I can be richer Master P sellin 'Ghetto D'
Chorus: 10
We Ghetto, Money make the world go so let's handle this Ghetto, Broadcastin from Los Angeles We ghetto, Money make the world go round so let's handle Ghetto, live from Los Angeles
Verse Dr. Dre
You heard of me, you ain't listenin hard enough Started in servin from a ice cream truck Now ten years later a custom Navigator Steppin on your toes playa, stuffin up your I'm ghetto, like Newport cigarettes, me Boom bap and slap ass silly This is for the full time slash part time strippers And young niggaz, clockin at five figures of us pro atheletes, some of us rap over fat beats Some of us in the streets deep in Club Nikki's so you know we gots to mingle Trickin' (?) off a pocket of singles, huh And it's all bueno, musical mafia Frank Sinatra Pop a thirteen shot glock to make you Go See the Ain't nuttin >From hood to hood, love livin the lavish
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Verse Ras Kass
Stu-B-Doo in the GS, three ooh ooh Playin number two Tekken, zero to 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 out foam cups and paper plates We don't it playa hatin in the nine-eight, it's P.I. pass intereference, automatic first down Want Juice like Tupac, then Obey Your Thirst Be in the in NY, rockin DK Mix EJ OJ, OK, we say "L.A. niggaz got crazy John Elway got a superbowl ring" The down for whatever, we stack the chedda bank accounts, and mo' mozzarella fella
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Ugh! And it stop!
HAHA, WESTSIDE BABY, HAHA!
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