Lyrics:
Fast 30

boris: scheisse, ich hab echt keinen schimmer gehabt jetzt bin ich fast 30 und fahr immer noch rad hab kein fuhrerschein, bin albern und hab flausen im

Translation: Fettes Brot. Nearly 30.

wanna see our kids all grown up We're tired of seein' our hoods get blown up L.A. is a great place Fly girls, dope cars, life at a fast pace But gangbanging

from cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks, It feels right, All these asphyxiated, self-medicated; take the whi-- Kill the lights, These children learn from cigarette burns, fast cars, fast

this cash Better be smart and keep a stash, never know how long it's gone last You do the math, hustling niggas multiply like mountains Bone Thugs, Little Layzie 30

's gonna be Just another a tease far as I can see Trying to get you up out this club If it means spendin' a couple dubs Throwin' about 30 stacks in the

When I made 100 I ran straight to the block Bounced back with the work like (Take it all, you need me) Yes, sir Niggas better get wit the program I'm fast

of my life 'Cause every morning, you know I get A good blow job from a real fine bitch Strokin', smokin', Sir Too Short Thinking about the day before 30

hate to say Nine out of ten don't know the play Falling in, falling out, does it ever last Players are the world, they're just too fast Your life is at