Ras Kass Lyrics
Ras Kass Lyrics
"Ghetto Fabulous Lyrics"
Smackwater Jack [Live] Lyrics
Now Smackwater Jack, He bought a shotgun Cause he was in the mood For a little confrontation. He just let it all hang loose, He didn't think about the noose. He couldn't take no more abuse So he shot down the congregation. You can't talk to a man With a shotgun in his hand. Now, Big Jim the chief Stood for law and order (yes he did no
Now Smackwater Jack, He bought a shotgun Cause he was in the mood For a little confrontation. He just let it all hang loose, He didn't think about the noose. He couldn't take no more abuse So he shot down the congregation. You can't talk to a man With a shotgun in his hand. Now, Big Jim the chief Stood for law and order (yes he did no
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 ho
Twilight Lyrics
What I say Couldn't be that good Because you left, you left Not for good You left for nothing What I did Seems so strange now The way I tied you up And you tied me And what we did Was something good for us What we did was have a good night I'm changed, I'm changed I can change I can change I want to changew 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 allig
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 *tire
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*
What I say Couldn't be that good Because you left, you left Not for good You left for nothing What I did Seems so strange now The way I tied you up And you tied me And what we did Was something good for us What we did was have a good night I'm changed, I'm changed I can change I can change I want to change
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 allig
It's Been Awhile (Edited) Lyrics
It's been awhile Since I could hold my head up high And it's been awhile since I first saw you And it's been awhile since I could stand on my own two feet again And it's been awhile since I could call you But everything I can't remember As f***ed up as it all may seem The consequences that I've rendered I've stretched myself beyond my means It's bee
torsIt's been awhile Since I could hold my head up high And it's been awhile since I first saw you And it's been awhile since I could stand on my own two feet again And it's been awhile since I could call you But everything I can't remember As f***ed up as it all may seem The consequences that I've rendered I've stretched myself beyond my means It's bee
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 *tire
Tell Me It's Real Lyrics
Tell me it's real The feeling that I feel Tell me that it's real Don't let love come just to pass us by Try is all we have to do It's up to me and you To make this special love last forever more Baby, you told me that you loved me and you'd never leave my side Til the bitter end Through the thick and thin You promised me baby that you wasn't going
s screech* hangin out the windowTell me it's real The feeling that I feel Tell me that it's real Don't let love come just to pass us by Try is all we have to do It's up to me and you To make this special love last forever more Baby, you told me that you loved me and you'd never leave my side Til the bitter end Through the thick and thin You promised me baby that you wasn't going
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*