Intro: Ras
Once again, we take cash Ras Kass, Dr. Dre and 10 connected. We ghetto baby. The food, drink and pussy that money can buy.
Verse Ras Kass
Every day of my is off the ringer guaranteed, like a fistfight on Jerry Springer I got the hottest flow to hit the street since so holla, we all hustle for dollar From Sac to Houston, New to D.C. We drinkin' V-S-O-P (?) the beats Bangin, catch me with a next to me My Body all over Your Body 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 get your ghetto pass revoked No matter how money you make Stay true to the game loc, list terror clothes in jeans and shoes, breakin your strict dress codes lyrical bricks, thirteen deep so I can be richer than P sellin 'Ghetto D'
Chorus: 10
We Ghetto, Money make the world go round so let's this Ghetto, Broadcastin live from Los We ghetto, Money make the world go round so let's handle Ghetto, Broadcastin live Los Angeles
Verse Dr. Dre
You ain't heard of me, you ain't listenin hard Started in Compton servin a ice cream truck Now ten later whippin a custom Navigator Steppin on your playa, stuffin up your alligators I'm ghetto, like Newport cigarettes, me Boom bap and slap that ass This is for the full time students slash time strippers And young niggaz, clockin at least figures Some of us pro atheletes, of us rap over fat beats Some of us hustle in the Twenty deep in Club Nikki's so you know we gots to (?) off a pocket full of singles, huh And it's all bueno, musical mafia like Frank Pop a shot glock to make you Go See the Doctor Ain't nice >From hood to hood, love livin the lavish
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Verse Ras Kass
Nigga in the GS, three ooh ooh number two Tekken, zero to sixty in six point seven seconds screech* hangin out the window actin up, chickenheads "You doin fo' months!" Flexin the oyster perpetual, thirty-five diamonds across the face, still eatin out foam and paper plates We don't call it playa in the nine-eight, it's P.I. That's intereference, automatic first down Juice like Tupac, then Obey Your Thirst clown Be in the PJ's in NY, DK Mix EJ OJ, OK, we say "L.A. got crazy came like 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, RIDERS BABY, HAHA!
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