[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]