Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alien, artist - Cast. Date of issue: 16.05.1999
Song language: English
Alien |
| The fast lane, half heart, half money |
| Ain’t nobody smilin, ain’t nothin funny |
| Raise the risk, raise the profit |
| And can’t nobody stop it |
| Unless your game’s weak |
| So baby, don’t sleep |
| The fast lane, half heart, half money |
| Ain’t nobody smilin, ain’t nothin funny |
| Raise the risk, raise the profit |
| And can’t nobody stop it |
| Unless your game’s weak |
| So player, don’t sleep |
| The streets crawl with ill niggas on the block |
| Goin hand in hand |
| Leanin in and out of sedans |
| Pumpin crack dreams to crack fiends for a fee |
| Their dream is to re-up to a ki |
| Cops watch the influx of dope |
| Through a telescope |
| Snitches in the game |
| Give the young g’s names |
| Bitches on the jock |
| Of the hustlers on the block |
| Jump from gee to gee |
| Similar to a flea |
| Suck the blood out, or in this case the dough |
| Roll with the blow till considered a ho |
| Babies are born and pawned off to grandmama |
| The bitch ain’t done, she still lives for the drama |
| Lookin for another baller |
| To hit and never call her |
| All in vain |
| Life in the Lane |
| A new crew of hookers on the track from up north |
| Vice cops, they watch em stroll back and forth |
| They take a pay-off |
| Or a blow job just to lay off |
| The Lane’s no joke |
| Yo, you players stay broke |
| A ghetto garage makes a nice laboratory |
| PCP and crystal meth, wars of glory |
| End of story, gotta watch my back myself |
| Or else they’ll find my body layin on a coroner shelf |
| It’s the Lane |
| Gees take the game on the road to Minnesota |
| Supermarket’s all sold out on baking soda |
| Gangbangers start to understand the dope game fast |
| Kidnap the drug dealers for the ransom cash |
| Gotta represent, what you say you are, that’s a star |
| Feds got a homing device on your car |
| That made you easy to follow to Denver, Colorado |
| Birds you had, 12 now you got a l |
| Crack babies born in the hospitals cryin |
| Drive-by shootings can’t end, kids are dyin |
| The cream is the ultimate goal |
| Gots to roll |
| Till my cash flow’s mega |
| Baller not a beggar |
| Bitches workin plastic with the fake ID’s |
| Life in the Lane, stackin up g’s |
| Chop shops taggin up Benzes and Beamers |
| Crack spots boilin full kilos in beakers |
| Damn, the game’s quicker than shit, don’t slip |
| Cause bet your life there’ll be another hustler checkin yo grip |
| It’s the Lane |
| Brother on parole need a quick lick to come up |
| The score went bad, now he’s back stuck |
| Bitches settin niggas up jacked and waxed |
| Small-time workers movin weight in a g ride Lac |
| Don’t talk on your cellular, your phone is tapped |
| Don’t check the rear view, there’s no turnin back |
| It’s the Lane, now you’re in it, hit the gas and mash |
| Through the land of the hardcore hoes and cash |
| Jackers and robbers, hustlers and clockers |
| Everybody’ll squeal, take the l or the deal |
| Yo, spin the wheel, for the cops you’re a meal |
| Tailor suits gator boots make the fly hoes kneel |
| But if you miss, my friend, guess what you win |
| A one-way ticket to the federal state pen |
| It’s the Lane you chose, you fill your shit, ride Rolls |
| High-priced clothes, baddest fuckin hoes |
| Anything goes, there’s no limit, just mash |
| The cops will be there when you crash |