Ras Kass

Ras Kass - Ghetto Fabulous songtekst

Je score:

[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

 Chorus

 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

 Chorus
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Priority Records

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1998

Taal: Engels

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