sure looked good Gimme that highway, better go my way Crank up the big wheels, let 'em roll on I'm movin' like a fast train, gimme that passing lane
We've been goin', I've never been at ease I met a gyspie girl and I took her on the track The kinda girl walk, the driver don't talk Tryin' bucks between
Skip a rope Skip a rope Listen to the children while they play Now ain't it kinda funny what the children say Skip a rope Daddy hates momma and momma
know I'm a hardcore player from he streets Rappin' bout hardcore topics over hardcore drum beats A little different than the average though Jet you through the fast lane
grip get a glass pour the X. O. in I did want one these niggas to say that I'm not the same Pick a road cause where you drivin is not a lane And rest
bitch im doing me And your girl doing the same sh-t Im in the car getting head As I lane switch, Do-Double G I do my thang bitch [Chorus - Short Dawg] Pass
my name but she know my song "really Raw', Tyga dog tiger blood i eat your heart out (out out out) lick my paws hannibal lecter im so involved follow alone Jay Sean pass
cup (? )(? )box rock where you are Dig my grave with a silver spade Juiced up, from africa to spain Ghetto blastin to the drivin' lane Insane in the mundane Pass
in the cash game Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real How do u want it? How do you feel? Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game Livin' in the fast lane
some D's on that bitch. Riding down Goldmind Avenue. In the lane like l'm goin' get a Allie Oupe. Oops, that was a coupe. Pass yo' ass like lightning'
All my dreams end in disaster Life in the fast lane just got faster What's your name? Arny A., call me Mr. What Last to pass out And the first to fuck
Naw but them laws, couldn't tell ya the difference So pay attention, or find yourself locked in prison this ain't living man [Hook - 2x] [Lil Ron] Years have passed
Atlantis apartments, we live in half the back That's where the 12 year olds there, they be flashing crack And when they shoot you nigga, they ain't tryna pass
I took a trip on the train And I thought about you I passed a shadowy lane And I thought about you Two or three cars parked under the stars A winding
the competition like a flame thrower My rhymes age like wine as I get older I'm getting bolder, competition is waning I got the feeling and I'm single laning
and chain Bet if I don't get the pussy, I'm a get the brain Whether she knows or don't know what the Scriptures saying I'm a player with a league pass
never come lame, type killin' in the game, music Raised by game where niggas ain't fazed by fame Come to the crib, get banged, they take your chain Stay in your lane
hear the thunder when I cock the cannon Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed Get brained in the four dot six range Shit main, switch lanes Every
