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Kool G Rap - Fast Life lyrics
The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation Distribution, New York, to Chicago, L.A. We gotta set our own market, and enforce it Verse One: Kool G Rap Champagne wishes of caviar dreams ?a penis didn't cream? With sales of fish scales from triple beams I gleam Livin the live of rowdy packin fifty cali's Rockin lizard Bally's while we do our drug deal in a dark alley Up in casinos just me and my dino primo Pushin beam-o's then parlay in Reno with two fly latinos Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad We've seen a half a milli dashin out there on the Queens half Three major players gettin papers by the layers And those that portray us on the block get rocked like Domateus Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with heaters that'll stray pop and put more shells in your top than Adidas Da leaders, lookin straight crimy in our Giorgio Armani's You wanna harm me and Nas you gots ta come get through a whole army The celo rollers money folders sippin bola holdin mad payola Slangin a Coke without the Cola Me and black don't fake jacks but we might sling one It ain't no shame in our game we do our thing son Chorus Livin the fast life, in fast cars Everywhere we go, people know who we are A team from out of Queens with the american dream So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream (repeat 2X) Verse Two: Nas Escobar Yo I got, guns from Italy, smoke trees, considerably Mid-state and Green it seems, is where all my niggaz be The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores A perpendicular, angle of the clout war Police searchin up my Lex over who's petrol My tech blows straight off the roof and tests yo' respect though But dough don't respect me, it got me handcuffed The rough life, I just be up nights, breathin with scuffed Nike's Pour my beers for my peoples under the stairs These years I got they names in my swears Poppin Cristal like it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday style Rockin Steele sweaters, Wallaby down Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic Elegant performance, bubble Lex full insurance Guzzlin Guinness shootin catchin cases concurrent It's Nas, seven hundred wives, King Solomon size We on the rise, me and G, ghetto wise guys The luciano Frankie Aiel, Bugsy Seagal Green papers with eagles from a tray that's illegal *singer*Brother you've got to make it happen Yeahhhahhyeahhh, get this money, yeahhh Brother you've got to make it happen When you're living in the fast life, heyy yeah yeah Verse Three: G Rap, Nas [Rap] Aiyyo my lifestyle's exquisite, yayo like a blizzard [Nas] It's choir attire standin on ground with one pivot [Rap] Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers [Nas] Lands with namebrand seats reclinin like in spaceships [Rap] Bodies on ice [Nas] Livin trife, rollin fixed up dice [Rap] Gamblin Grants [Nas] Handlin stamps [duo] Moves are sheist [Nas] My bankrolls, got the cops comin in plain clothes [Rap] Tryin to arraign again cause of our fame that's how the game goes [Nas] True [Rap] Right out the slammer with the fame and glamour Cookin up grams with Arm & Hammer supplyin scramblers in Alabama [Nas] Rub out faces and leave no traces My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races Servin us Dom P my cliquo Dimes with magnifico, puttin in cut inside ?perico? Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes in Carribean suites, deep, rippin beats with flows [Rap] Aiyyo, we went from standin on blocks, without some socks sellin rocks, to pickin up stock and boat docks with glocks and got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills Packin all the blue steel we keeps it real inside the battlefield [Nas] Yeah so here's a toast to the funds and things Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings Chorus *singer does same part again with variations to fade, mostly "I" for "you* |
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