[Hook: Andre Nickatina]
Fast lane baby
Ain't 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
And how ya like it
[Verse 1: Andre Nickatina]
The Nickatina roll dice - shoot craps
A brand new rap means a brand new gat
Some rather sit around and snitch like rats
Ain't no tellin' where I'm at on the map
My Chuck Taylor's they stay laced divine
Look in the eyes of a rap cat laced with rhyme
And its a felony
And its a drought is what they tellin' me
In my mind yo that's a penalty
Man baby so mean she wear the apple bottom jeans
90 percent cream bumpin' the 15
Night time god parlay, blucka blucka
In the mix now ya cocksucka
I never leave it alone homes I love a big bank 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
God of Khan in my vein and my brain ain't no wife
Night time god parlay, blucka blucka
In the mix now ya cocksucka
You get flavour like a skittle when I rip a rhyme riddle
Your face is in the pillow then I shoot it in the middle
Yeah 26 words in the alphabet
And I use all 26 to get this grip
Cause you can see me on the highway, the plane, the plane mein
Nickatina late for his flight again
With hot weather, hot leather, and hot cheddar
You bring the beats with the hot borettas
My souls controlled by the late Billy Holiday
Meaning that I'm strung out all the way
Rainy alarm with the charm of a nickel as barm
Then I sell you somethin' to shoot straight in your arm
Then get a plate, some duct tape, somewhere to bake
Some mayonnaise jars then give a little shake
I hope you got somethin' 4 pound on your waist
Because I drive like I don't have brakes
Cause its the
Fast lane baby
Ain't 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
And how ya like it
[Verse 1: Andre Nickatina]
The Nickatina roll dice - shoot craps
A brand new rap means a brand new gat
Some rather sit around and snitch like rats
Ain't no tellin' where I'm at on the map
My Chuck Taylor's they stay laced divine
Look in the eyes of a rap cat laced with rhyme
And its a felony
And its a drought is what they tellin' me
In my mind yo that's a penalty
Man baby so mean she wear the apple bottom jeans
90 percent cream bumpin' the 15
Night time god parlay, blucka blucka
In the mix now ya cocksucka
I never leave it alone homes I love a big bank 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
God of Khan in my vein and my brain ain't no wife
Night time god parlay, blucka blucka
In the mix now ya cocksucka
You get flavour like a skittle when I rip a rhyme riddle
Your face is in the pillow then I shoot it in the middle
Yeah 26 words in the alphabet
And I use all 26 to get this grip
Cause you can see me on the highway, the plane, the plane mein
Nickatina late for his flight again
With hot weather, hot leather, and hot cheddar
You bring the beats with the hot borettas
My souls controlled by the late Billy Holiday
Meaning that I'm strung out all the way
Rainy alarm with the charm of a nickel as barm
Then I sell you somethin' to shoot straight in your arm
Then get a plate, some duct tape, somewhere to bake
Some mayonnaise jars then give a little shake
I hope you got somethin' 4 pound on your waist
Because I drive like I don't have brakes
Cause its the
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