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