Intro: Ras
again, we take over cash Ras Kass, Dr. Dre and 10 connected. We fabulous baby. The best food, drink and pussy that can buy.
Verse Ras Kass
Every day of my life is off the That's guaranteed, like a fistfight on Jerry I got the flow to hit the street since lava so holla, we all hustle for dollars Sac to Houston, New Orleans to D.C. We drinkin' V-S-O-P (?) the beep Bangin, catch me with a dimepiece to me My Body all Your Body like LSG celeb with the keys to my city like the mayor Rookies askin us how to be a Get in where you fit in, and never get your ghetto pass No how much money you make Stay true to the loc, guest list terror clothes in jeans and shoes, breakin your strict dress codes Spit lyrical bricks, thirteen 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 handle this Ghetto, Broadcastin from Los Angeles
Two: Dr. Dre
You ain't heard of me, you listenin hard enough Started in Compton from a ice cream truck Now ten years later whippin a Navigator Steppin on your toes playa, stuffin up your I'm ghetto, like cigarettes, feel me Boom bap and slap ass silly This is for the full time students slash time strippers And young niggaz, clockin at five figures Some of us pro atheletes, some of us rap fat beats of us hustle in the streets Twenty deep in Club Nikki's so you know we gots to Trickin' (?) off a full of singles, huh And it's all bueno, musical mafia like Sinatra Pop a thirteen shot glock to you Go See the Doctor Ain't nuttin >From to hood, love livin the lavish life
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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 seven seconds *tires hangin out the window actin up, like "You doin fo' months!" Flexin the oyster perpetual, thirty-five diamonds the face, still eatin out foam cups and paper plates We call 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 in NY, rockin DK Mix EJ OJ, OK, we say "L.A. niggaz got came 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, RIDERS BABY, HAHA!
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