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DR DRE lyrics : "Ghetto Fabulous"

[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

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[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 $$# silly

This is for the full time students slash part time strippers
And young ^!$$%z, 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

[Chorus]


[Verse Three: Ras Kass]


^!$$% 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. ^!$$%z 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


[Chorus]

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