Intro: Ras
Once again, we take over Ras Kass, Dr. Dre and 10 connected. We ghetto baby. The best food, drink and pussy that can buy.
Verse Ras Kass
Every day of my is off the ringer That's guaranteed, like a fistfight on Springer I got the hottest flow to hit the street since 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 Body like LSG Neighborhood celeb with the keys to my city like the Rookies us how to be a playa Get in you fit in, and never get your ghetto pass revoked No matter how much money you Stay true to the game loc, guest terror clothes in jeans and tennis shoes, breakin your dress codes Spit lyrical bricks, deep so I can be than Master P sellin 'Ghetto D'
Chorus: 10
We Ghetto, make the world go round so let's handle this Ghetto, Broadcastin live from Los We ghetto, Money make the world go round so let's this Ghetto, Broadcastin live from Los
Verse Dr. Dre
You ain't heard of me, you ain't hard enough Started in Compton servin a ice cream truck Now ten years whippin a custom Navigator Steppin on your toes playa, stuffin up your I'm ghetto, like Newport cigarettes, me bap and slap that ass silly This is for the full time students slash time strippers And young niggaz, clockin at least five of us pro atheletes, some of us rap over fat beats Some of us hustle in the Twenty in Club Nikki's so you know we gots to mingle Trickin' (?) off a full of singles, huh And it's all bueno, musical mafia like Frank Pop a thirteen shot to make you Go See the Doctor Ain't nice >From to hood, love livin the lavish life
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Verse Ras Kass
Nigga Stu-B-Doo in the GS, ooh ooh Playin number two Tekken, to sixty in six point seven seconds *tires hangin out the window actin up, chickenheads "You doin fo' months!" Flexin the oyster perpetual, thirty-five diamonds the face, still eatin 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 Tupac, then Obey Your Thirst clown Be in the PJ's in NY, DK Mix EJ OJ, OK, we say "L.A. niggaz got crazy like 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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