Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fast Lane, artist - E-40. Date of issue: 25.03.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fast Lane |
| Uh, living the life in the quick lane, only the strongest survive |
| These streets will swallow you up mayne, and eat you alive |
| Can’t be no poodle, run, tuck your tail and hide |
| They’ll spaghetti your noodle, mayne, element of surprise |
| It’s going around mayne, death in the air |
| Bet' not be scared 'cause hyenas can smell fear |
| There’s not a lot of love but it’s a whole lot of hate |
| Beware of your surroundings, they starvin', they ain’t ate |
| The lake of fire awaits for those with no souls |
| Hot like a stove, hotter than hot coals |
| I’m not a knock, I’m the server, got hella clients waitin' |
| Fuck the FDA; |
| the Food and Drug Administration |
| That’s the thought process of a soil soldier |
| Sixes on the Nova, pistola, spinach and yola |
| I’m talking realer dope money this hustler makin' |
| And I don’t cattin' and capin' and cupcakin' |
| I go bad on a batch mayne, I ain’t playin' |
| Knock a broad without even lifting a hand |
| Ain’t even gotta touch her, mind games, mayne |
| Brain fuck her, I ain’t lyin' |
| Never been a bitch-made motherfucker just a professional sucker-ducker |
| I’m one nigga rich motherfucker, cars, houses and diamond clusters |
| Fucks with hustlers, not no busters allowed around us |
| No sap suckers, snitches, bitches, or punk cowards |
| 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'cha livin?) |
| I’m livin' in the fast lane (Fast lane), in the fast lane (Fast lane) |
| In the fast lane (Fast lane), in the fast lane (Fast lane) |
| In the fast lane (Fast lane), in the fast lane (Fast lane) |
| In the fast lane (Fast lane), in the fast lane (Fast lane) |
| Uh, wakin' up with greenbacks on your mind is a good sign |
| My name ringin' like a high school bell, like a church chime |
| This ain’t chameleon, 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 mommy went they separate ways when I was eight |
| But it made me great, more stronger and God-willing |
| A few years later, I’m worth a few million |
| Top billing, killing em' with my independent grip |
| Got rid of my digital scale and started making hits |
| Flipping all kinds of whips, Benzes, Cutlass, and Lexuses |
| Me and The Click and Saint 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 watching 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 talk behind my back, laugh 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 promoting my own drank |
| Bankin' with my nose in the air, like my shit don’t stank |
| Came in the game blindfolded, stressin', guessin', walking the plank, uh |
| 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'cha livin?) |
| I’m livin' in the fast lane (Fast lane), in the fast lane (Fast lane) |
| In the fast lane (Fast lane), in the fast lane (Fast lane) |
| In the fast lane (Fast lane), in the fast lane (Fast lane) |
| In the fast lane (Fast lane), in the fast lane (Fast lane) |
| In the fast lane |