Artist: Ras Kass Dr. Dre, Ice-T, Mack 10 [Ice-T] I got but I can't stop no ocean liner baby! [Ras] I'm down you baby, I'm there [Ice-T] Man don't miss this it's gonna be ... [Ras] We ghetto baby The food, drink, and women that money can buy
Verse One: Ras
Every day of my life is off the That's guaranteed, like a fistfight on Springer I got the hottest flow to hit the street lava so holla, we all hustle for dollar Sac to Houston, New Orleans to D.C. *girls to beep beep Bangin, catch me a dimepiece next to me My Body all over Your 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 true to the game loc, guest list terror clothes in jeans and tennis shoes, breakin your strict dress Spit bricks, thirteen deep so I can be richer than Master P sellin D
Chorus: 10
Ghetto, Money make the world go so let's handle this Ghetto, Broadcastin live Los Angeles We ghetto, Money make the world go round so let's this Ghetto, Broadcastin live Los Angeles
Verse Dr. Dre
You ain't of me, you ain't listenin hard enough Started in Compton servin from a ice truck Now ten years whippin a custom Navigator Steppin on toes playa, stuffin up your alligators I'm ghetto, like Newport cigarettes, me Boom bap and that ass silly This is for the full time slash part time strippers And young niggaz, at least five figures Some of us pro atheletes, some of us rap fat beats Some of us hustle in the Twenty deep in Club so you know we gots to mingle [???] off a pocket of singles, huh And it's all bueno, musical mafia Frank Sinatra Pop a shot glock to make you Go See the Doctor Ain't nice From to hood, love livin the lavish life
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Verse Three: Ras
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, like "You doin fo' months!" Flexin the Rolex perpetual, thirty-five diamonds across the face, still eatin out foam cups and paper We call it playa hatin in the nine-eight, it's P.I. That's intereference, automatic first down Want Juice like Tupac, Obey Your Thirst clown Be in the PJ's in NY, 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 Swiss bank accounts, and mo' mozzarella
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