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