Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 5th Gear, artist - Andre Nickatina. Album song Cocaine Inc (Cocaine Raps 1, 2, & 3), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.08.2009
Record label: Fillmoe Coleman
Song language: English
5th Gear |
Fast lane baby, ain’t nothin like it, some play it cool, |
Some get excited, hit 5th gear and you might get indited, |
Spend all your cash try to fight it and how ya like it, |
The nickatina roll dice — shoot craps, a brand new rap means a |
Brand new gat, some rather sit around and snitch like rats, |
Ain’t no tellin' where I’m at on the map, my chuck taylors days |
Stay lays devine, look in the eyes of a rap gad laced with |
Rhyme, and it’s a felony, and it’s in druthers what they tellin' me, |
and in my mind yo that’s a penalty, |
Man baby so mean, she wear those apple bottom jeans, 90 |
Percent cream, bumpin' the 15, night time got parlay, plucka |
Plucka, in the mix now ya cocksucka, |
I never leave it alone home, I love a big baked roll, in your |
Face freak with plain clothes, yea fly like a kite no cops in |
Sight, racin' through the city runnin’every red light, drivin' |
Like I hate my life, got a cairn in my vein and my brain ain’t |
No wife, night time got parlay, plucka plucka, in the mix now |
Ya cocksucka, |
You get flavour like a skittle when I rip a rhyme riddle, your |
Face is in da pillow den I shoot it in da middle, ya 26 words |
In the alphabet, and I use all 26 to get there grips, cause |
You can see me on the highway, the plane, the plane mein, |
Nickatina lake for a slate again, with hot weatha, hot leatha |
And hot chedda, you bring the beats with the hot borettas, |
My souls controlled by the late billy holiday, me and eric |
Strung got all the way, rainy alarm with the charm of a nickel |
As barm, then I sell you somethin that shoot straight in your |
Arm, and get a plate from duct tape to wear the bait, some man |
Made jars didn’t give a little shake, I hope ya got somethin, 4 |
Pound on your waist, because I drive like I don’t have breaks, |
Cause it’s, the fast lane baby, ain’t nothin like it, some play |
It cool, some get excited hit 5th gear and you might get |
Indited, spend all your cash tryin' to fight it, |
Uh, you see I’m cold blooded, gary petters go glovin', lovin' |
To play it cool but we heat it like an oven, I bowl gord in |
Borgeon, with all fairness, ain’t no turnin' back, I burn a |
Sack so careless, sly just like stone, high all alone, |
Glowin', rap crews oblivious all outta they zone, and I was |
Told to treat em cold, a blow, ever keepin' flow, there’s no |
Reason to tell a leader, go, this is a rush, the outspoken in |
The pissed discussion, like N.W.A I’m always into somethin', |
And I’m a record like a athlete, out shone stampy, rollin' with |
Motha fuckas just doin the damn thing, livin' life too fast to |
Catch it but got it mastered, down, now get mad and lash out, |
Classic, genuine rappin', watch the boy play, can’t escape the |
Game the range is point blank, |
When it come to cash yea man some might divide it, but when it |
Come to me don’t try it, gotta com-plaint, boys ride toys on |
Chrome, baby you drunk, you need to go home, 15 quick and I’ll |
Thug rug bone, first of the month and roll another blunt, |
Tonight I got cranberry juice in my cup, you starin' at a rap, |
Can’t freak, what up, night time got parlay, plucka plucka, in |
Tha mix now ya cocksucka, |
Put on your seat belt, need help I’m about to go fast, no |
Bitchin' motha fucka, so don’t even ask, forget about the past, |
You betta do the math, freaks tryin' to put their dirty hands |
On the cash, more keys than a piano, you like to travel, think |
All the fours that flows, reach the ammo, retreat to the |
Shadows, fire in the battle, you might see me on your |
Favourite news channel, 2, 7 or maybe even 5, money on my mind |
, you can see it in my eyes, talkin much shit I don’t eva have to |
Lie, unless it’s to a judge, but then I gotta grudge, a game |
Where there ain’t no love, money, cars, strip bars and the |
Hardest drugs, night time got parlay, plucka plucka, in the |
Mix now ya cocksucka, night time got parlay |