Текст песни Ras Kass f Dr. Dre, Mack 10 - Ghetto Fabulous
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Intro: Ras KassOnce again, we take over cashRas Kass, Dr. Dre and Mack 10 connected.We ghetto fabulous baby.The best food, drink and pussy that money can buy.Verse One: Ras KassEvery day of my life is off the ringerThat`s guaranteed, like a fistfight on Jerry SpringerI got the hottest flow to hit the street since lavaso holla, we all hustle for dollar dollarsFrom Sac to Houston, New Orleans to D.C.We drinkin` V-S-O-P (?) the beats beepBangin, catch me with a dimepiece next to meMy Body all over Your Body like LSGNeighborhood celeb with the keys to my city like the mayorRookies askin us how to be a playaGet in where you fit in, and never get your ghetto pass revokedNo matter how much money you makeStay true to the game loc, guest list terror clothesin jeans and tennis shoes, breakin your strict dress codesSpit lyrical bricks, thirteen deepso I can be richer than Master P sellin `Ghetto D`Chorus: Mack 10We Ghetto, fabulousMoney make the world go round so let`s handle thisGhetto, fabulousBroadcastin live from Los AngelesWe ghetto, fabulousMoney make the world go round so let`s handle thisGhetto, fabulousBroadcastin live from Los AngelesVerse Two: Dr. DreYou ain`t heard of me, you ain`t listenin hard enoughStarted in Compton servin from a ice cream truckNow ten years later whippin a custom NavigatorSteppin on your toes playa, stuffin up your alligatorsI`m ghetto, like Newport cigarettes, feel meBoom bap and slap that ass sillyThis is for the full time students slash part time strippersAnd young niggaz, clockin at least five figuresSome of us pro atheletes, some of us rap over fat beatsSome of us hustle in the streetsTwenty deep in Club Nikki`s so you know we gots to mingleTrickin` (?) off a pocket full of singles, huhAnd it`s all bueno, musical mafia like Frank SinatraPop a thirteen shot glock to make you Go See the DoctorAin`t nuttin nice>From hood to hood, love livin the lavish life(Chorus)Verse Three: Ras KassNigga Stu-B-Doo in the GS, three ooh oohPlayin number two Tekken, zero to sixtyin six point seven seconds *tires screech* hangin out the windowactin up, chickenheads like "You doin fo` months!"Flexin the Rolex oyster perpetual, thirty-five diamondsacross the face, still eatin out foam cups and paper platesWe don`t call it playa hatin in the nine-eight, it`s P.I.That`s pass intereference, automatic first downWant Juice like Tupac, then Obey Your Thirst clownBe in the PJ`s in NY, rockin DKMix EJ with OJ, OK, we say"L.A. niggaz got crazy came like John Elway got a superbowl ring"The homies down for whatever, we stack the cheddaSwiss bank accounts, and mo` mozzarella fella(Chorus)Outro:Ugh! And it don`t stop!HAHA, WESTSIDE RIDERS BABY, HAHA!*fade out*