Lyrics Fast Lane - E-40

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