E-40 - Fast Lane lyrics

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 await's 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
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In the fast lane
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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 hit's
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' deposit's 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