br br Intro: Ras Kass br br Once again, we take over cash br Ras Kass, Dr. Dre and Mack 10 connected. br We ghetto fabulous baby. br The best food, drink and pussy that money can buy. br br Verse One: Ras Kass br br Every day of my life is off the ringer br That's guaranteed, like a fistfight on Jerry Springer br I got the hottest flow to hit the street since lava br so holla, we all hustle for dollar dollars br From Sac to Houston, New Orleans to D.C. br We drinkin' V-S-O-P (?) the beats beep br Bangin, catch me with a dimepiece next to me br My Body all over Your Body like LSG br Neighborhood celeb with the keys to my city like the mayor br Rookies askin us how to be a playa br Get in where you fit in, and never get your ghetto pass revoked br No matter how much money you make br Stay true to the game loc, guest list terror clothes br in jeans and tennis shoes, breakin your strict dress codes br Spit lyrical bricks, thirteen deep br so I can be richer than Master P sellin 'Ghetto D' br br Chorus: Mack 10 br br We Ghetto, fabulous br Money make the world go round so let's handle this br Ghetto, fabulous br Broadcastin live from Los Angeles br We ghetto, fabulous br Money make the world go round so let's handle this br Ghetto, fabulous br Broadcastin live from Los Angeles br br Verse Two: Dr. Dre br br You ain't heard of me, you ain't listenin hard enough br Started in Compton servin from a ice cream truck br Now ten years later whippin a custom Navigator br Steppin on your toes playa, stuffin up your alligators br I'm ghetto, like Newport cigarettes, feel me br Boom bap and slap that ass silly br This is for the full time students slash part time strippers br And young niggaz, clockin at least five figures br Some of us pro atheletes, some of us rap over fat beats br Some of us hustle in the streets br Twenty deep in Club Nikki's so you know we gots to mingle br Trickin' (?) off a pocket full of singles, huh br And it's all bueno, musical mafia like Frank Sinatra br Pop a thirteen shot glock to make you Go See the Doctor br Ain't nuttin nice br From hood to hood, love livin the lavish life br br (Chorus) br br Verse Three: Ras Kass br br Nigga Stu-B-Doo in the GS, three ooh ooh br Playin number two Tekken, zero to sixty br in six point seven seconds *tires screech* hangin out the window br actin up, chickenheads like "You doin fo' months!" br Flexin the Rolex oyster perpetual, thirty-five diamonds br across the face, still eatin out foam cups and paper plates br We don't call it playa hatin in the nine-eight, it's P.I. br That's pass intereference, automatic first down br Want Juice like Tupac, then Obey Your Thirst clown br Be in the PJ's in NY, rockin DK br Mix EJ with OJ, OK, we say br "L.A.