Artist: Ras Kass featuring Dr. Dre, Ice-T, 10 [Ice-T] I got juice but I stop no ocean liner baby! [Ras] I'm down you baby, I'm there Man don't miss this it's gonna be FABULOUS ... [Ras] We fabulous baby The best food, drink, and women that can buy
One: Ras Kass
Every day of my is off the ringer That's guaranteed, like a fistfight on Jerry I got the hottest flow to hit the since lava so holla, we all for dollar dollars Sac to Houston, New Orleans to D.C. *girls laughing* to beep Bangin, me with a dimepiece next 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 get your ghetto pass revoked No how much money you make Stay true to the game loc, guest terror clothes in jeans and tennis shoes, breakin your strict codes Spit lyrical bricks, deep so I can be richer than P sellin Ghetto D
Mack 10
Ghetto, Money the world go round so let's handle this Ghetto, Broadcastin from Los Angeles We ghetto, Money the world go round so let's handle this Ghetto, Broadcastin live Los Angeles
Two: Dr. Dre
You ain't heard of me, you ain't listenin hard Started in servin from a ice cream truck Now ten later whippin a custom 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 part time And young niggaz, at least five figures Some of us pro atheletes, some of us rap over fat of us hustle in the streets Twenty deep in Club Nikki's so you know we to mingle [???] off a pocket of singles, huh And it's all bueno, musical mafia like Frank Pop a thirteen glock to make you Go See the Doctor nuttin nice From hood to hood, livin the lavish life
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Verse Three: Ras
Stu-B-Doo in the GS, three ooh ooh Playin number two Tekken, zero to in six point seven *tires screech* hangin out the window up, chickenheads like "You doin fo' months!" Flexin the Rolex perpetual, thirty-five diamonds across the face, still eatin out foam and paper plates We call it playa hatin in the nine-eight, it's P.I. That's pass intereference, automatic down Want Juice like Tupac, then Obey Thirst clown Be in the in NY, rockin DK Mix EJ OJ, OK, we say "L.A. got crazy came John Elway got a superbowl ring" The homies for whatever, we stack the chedda Swiss accounts, and mo' mozzarella fella
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