Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghetto Fabulous, artist - Ras Kass. Album song Rasassination (The End), in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Ghetto Fabulous |
| I got juice but I can’t stop no ocean liner baby! |
| I’m down with you baby, I’m there |
| Man don’t miss this it’s gonna be FABULOUS |
| We ghetto fabulous baby |
| The best food, drink, and women that money can buy |
| Verse One: Ras Kass |
| Every day of my life is off the ringer |
| That’s guaranteed, like a fistfight on Jerry Springer |
| I got the hottest flow to hit the street since lava |
| so holla, we all hustle for dollar dollars |
| From Sac to Houston, New Orleans to D.C. |
| Bangin, catch me with a dimepiece next to me My Body all over Your Body like LSG |
| Neighborhood celeb with the keys to my city like the mayor |
| Rookies askin us how to be a playa |
| Get in where you fit in, and never get your ghetto pass revoked |
| No matter how much money you make |
| Stay true to the game loc, guest list terror clothes |
| in jeans and tennis shoes, breakin your strict dress codes |
| Spit lyrical bricks, thirteen deep |
| so I can be richer than Master P sellin Ghetto D Chorus: Mack 10 |
| Ghetto, fabulous |
| Money make the world go round so let’s handle this |
| Ghetto, fabulous |
| Broadcastin live from Los Angeles |
| We ghetto, fabulous |
| Money make the world go round so let’s handle this |
| Ghetto, fabulous |
| Broadcastin live from Los Angeles |
| Verse Two: Dr. Dre |
| You ain’t heard of me, you ain’t listenin hard enough |
| Started in Compton servin from a ice cream truck |
| Now ten years later whippin a custom Navigator |
| Steppin on your toes playa, stuffin up your alligators |
| I’m ghetto, like Newport cigarettes, feel me Boom bap and slap that ass silly |
| This is for the full time students slash part time strippers |
| And young niggaz, clockin at least five figures |
| Some of us pro atheletes, some of us rap over fat beats |
| Some of us hustle in the streets |
| Twenty deep in Club Nikki’s so you know we gots to mingle |
| off a pocket full of singles, huh |
| And it’s all bueno, musical mafia like Frank Sinatra |
| Pop a thirteen shot glock to make you Go See the Doctor |
| Ain’t nuttin nice |
| From hood to hood, love livin the lavish life |
| Verse Three: Ras Kass |
| Nigga Stu-B-Doo in the GS, three ooh ooh |
| Playin number two Tekken, zero to sixty |
| in six point seven seconds *tires screech* hangin out the window |
| actin up, chickenheads like «You doin fo’months!» |
| Flexin the Rolex oyster perpetual, thirty-five diamonds |
| across the face, still eatin out foam cups and paper plates |
| We don’t call it playa hatin in the nine-eight, it’s P.I. |
| That’s pass intereference, automatic first down |
| Want Juice like Tupac, then Obey Your Thirst clown |
| Be in the PJ’s in NY, rockin DK |
| Mix 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 chedda |
| Swiss bank accounts, and mo’mozzarella fella |