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[Ice-T] I got juice but I can't stop no ocean liner baby! 
[Ras] I'm down with you baby, I'm there 
[Ice-T] Man don't miss this it's gonna be FABULOUS 
[Ras] 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. 
*girls laughing* to beep beep 
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