[E-40] Uhh! Livin the life in the quick lane, only the strong can survive These streets'll swallow you up mayne, and eat you alive Cain't be no poodle, run tuck yo' tail and hide They'll spaghetti yo' noddle mayne, (Element of Surprise) It's goin around mayne! Death in the air Better not be scared, cause ay-henas can smell fear It's not a lot of love but it's a whole lot of hate Beware of your surroundings, they starvin, they ate The lake of fire awaits for those with no souls Hot like a stove, hotter than hot coals Not a knock on the server, got hella clients waitin Fuck the FDA, the Food & Drug Administration That's the thought process of a soil soldier 6's on the Nova pistola, spinach and yola I'm talkin realer dope money this hustler makin and I don't be cattin and capin and cupcakin I go BAD on a batch man, I ain't playin!! Knock a broad without even liftin a hand Ain't even gotta touch her - mind games mayne! Brain fuck her - I ain't lyin heyy! Never been a bitch made motherfucker just a professional sucka ducker I'm one nigga-rish motherfucker cars houses and diamond clusters Fucks with hustlers, not no busters allowed around us No saps, suckers, snitches bitches or punk tattlers
[Chorus] Young nigga havin thangs (havin thangs) Fancy cars and rangs This hustler 'bout his change Nigga really out here doin it (doin it) Claimin hella fame (hella fame) E'rybody know my name (they know my name) I'm deep off in this game Wherever money at I get to it - what'chu livin? In the fast lane, in the fast lane [4X]
[E-40] Uhhh! Wakin up with greenbacks on yo' mind is a good thang My name ringin like a high school bell, like a church chimes This ain't Chamillion', but go get a glass of wine Listen to me preach my rhyme, sit back and recline I'm too real to be unreal, too truthful to be fake Daddy and momma went they separate ways when I was 8 But it made me great - mo' stronger and God willing A few years later, I'm worth a few million Top billin, killin 'em with my independent grit Got rid of my digital scale and started makin hits! Flippin all kinda whips, Benzes, Cutlass and Lexuses Me and The Click at St. Charles, God was blessing us Successfulness, all praises due to Allah Jesus, Jehovah, the most highest almighty God Reverend Thurman and Mother Thurman I miss you much I know you up in heaven watchin over us Give back and help people that's what they taught me to do Can't save the world, but I can help save a few People talked behind my back, laughed and smiled all in my face Said my voice was too squeaky and my style was a disgrace Now I'm hittin, they ain't! Laughin all the way to the bank Makin deposits and promotin my own drank Walkin with my nose in the air, like my shit don't stank Came in the game blindfolded, stressin, guessin, walkin the plank
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[Outro] In the fast lane!!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
