[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)