Intro: 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.      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.   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'      Chorus: 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      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   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      (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)      Outro:      Ugh! And it don't stop!      HAHA, WESTSIDE RIDERS BABY, HAHA!      *fade out*