"Ghetto Fabulous" lyrics - DR. DRE

DR. DRE

"Ghetto Fabulous"

[Ras Kass:]
Once again, we take over cash
Ras Kass, Dr. Dre and Mack 10 connected
We ghetto fabulous, baby
The best food, drink and pussy that money can buy

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.
We drinkin' V-S-O-P [?] the beats 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'

[Mack 10:]
We 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

[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 niggas, clockin' at least five figures
Some of us pro athletes
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
Trickin' [?] 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

[Ras Kass:]
Nigga Stu-B-Doo in the GS, three ooh ooh
Playin' number two Tekken, zero to sixty
In six point seven seconds, 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 interference, 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

Ugh, and it don't stop

Ha ha, Westside riders, baby, ha ha