| I got juice but I can’t stop no ocean liner baby!
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| I’m down with you baby, I’m there
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| Man don’t miss this it’s gonna be FABULOUS
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| 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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| Bangin, catch me with a dimepiece next to me 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 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 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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| 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 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghetto Fabulous , by - Ras Kass. Song from the album Rasassination (The End), in the genre Поп