fast lane baby, aint 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, aint no tellin' where im at on the map, my chuck taylors days stay lays devine, look in the eyes of a rap gad laced with rhyme, and its a felony, and its in druthers what they tellin' me, and in my mind yo thats 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 aint 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 didnt give a little shake, i hope ya got somethin, 4 pound on your waist, because i drive like i dont have breaks,
cause its, the fast lane baby, aint 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 im 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, aint 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, theres no reason to tell a leader, go, this is a rush, the outspoken in the pissed discussion, like N.W.A im always into somethin', and im 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, cant 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 dont try it, gotta com-plaint, boys ride toys on chrome, baby you drunk, you need to go home, 15 quick and ill thug rug bone, first of the month and roll another blunt, tonight i got cranberry juice in my cup, you starin' at a rap, cant freak, what up, night time got parlay, plucka plucka, in tha mix now ya cocksucka,
put on your seat belt, need help im about to go fast, no bitchin' motha fucka, so dont 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 dont eva have to lie, unless its to a judge, but then i gotta grudge, a game where there aint 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
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the nickatina roll dice - shoot craps, a brand new rap means a brand new gat, some rather sit around and snitch like rats, aint no tellin' where im at on the map, my chuck taylors days stay lays devine, look in the eyes of a rap gad laced with rhyme, and its a felony, and its in druthers what they tellin' me, and in my mind yo thats 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 aint 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 didnt give a little shake, i hope ya got somethin, 4 pound on your waist, because i drive like i dont have breaks,
cause its, the fast lane baby, aint 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 im 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, aint 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, theres no reason to tell a leader, go, this is a rush, the outspoken in the pissed discussion, like N.W.A im always into somethin', and im 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, cant 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 dont try it, gotta com-plaint, boys ride toys on chrome, baby you drunk, you need to go home, 15 quick and ill thug rug bone, first of the month and roll another blunt, tonight i got cranberry juice in my cup, you starin' at a rap, cant freak, what up, night time got parlay, plucka plucka, in tha mix now ya cocksucka,
put on your seat belt, need help im about to go fast, no bitchin' motha fucka, so dont 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 dont eva have to lie, unless its to a judge, but then i gotta grudge, a game where there aint 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
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