Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo - Fast Life Lyrics
The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operationDistribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.We gotta set our own market, and enforce itVerse one: kool g rapChampagne wishes of caviar dreams ? a penis didnt cream?With sales of fish scales from triple beams I gleamLivin the live of rowdy packin fifty calisRockin lizard ballys while we do our drug deal in a dark alleyUp in casinos just me and my dino primoPushin beam-os then parlay in reno with two fly latinosNas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for seen badWeve seen a half a milli dashin out there on the queens halfThree major players gettin papers by the layersAnd those that portray us on the block get rocked like domateusFakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hitsFront on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpetThose that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with heatersThatll stray pop and put more shells in your top than adidasDa leaders, lookin straight crimy in our giorgio armanisYou wanna harm me and nas you gots ta come get through a whole armyThe celo rollers money folders sippin bola holdin mad payolaSlangin a coke without the colaMe and black dont fake jacks but we might sling oneIt aint no shame in our game we do our thing sonChorusLivin the fast life, in fast carsEverywhere we go, people know who we areA team from out of queens with the american dreamSo were plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream(repeat 2x)Verse two: nas escobarYo I got, guns from italy, smoke trees, considerablyMid-state and green it seems, is where all my niggaz beThe ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor storesA perpendicular, angle of the clout warPolice searchin up my lex over whos petrolMy tech blows straight off the roof and tests yo respect thoughBut dough dont respect me, it got me handcuffedThe rough life, I just be up nights, breathin with scuffed nikesPour my beers for my peoples under the stairsThese years I got they names in my swearsPoppin cristal like its my first child, lickin shots, holiday styleRockin steele sweaters, wallaby downTwenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabsThe marriage of me and the mic is just like magicElegant performance, bubble lex full insuranceGuzzlin guinness shootin catchin cases concurrentIts nas, seven hundred wives, king solomon sizeWe on the rise, me and g, ghetto wise guysThe luciano frankie aiel, bugsy seagalGreen papers with eagles from a tray thats illegal*singer* brother youve got to make it happenYeahhhahhyeahhh, get this money, yeahhhBrother youve got to make it happenWhen youre living in the fast life, heyy yeah yeahVerse three: g rap, nas[rap] aiyyo my lifestyles exquisite, yayo like a blizzard[nas] its 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 thats how the game goes[nas] true[rap] right out the slammer with the fame and glamourCookin up grams with arm & hammer supplyin scramblers in alabama[nas] rub out faces and leave no tracesMy aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse racesServin us dom p my cliquoDimes with magnifico, puttin in cut inside ? perico?Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothesIn carribean suites, deep, rippin beats with flows[rap] aiyyo, we went from standin on blocks, without some socksSellin rocks, to pickin up stock and boat docks with glocksAnd got poppy seed fields with million dollar billsPackin all the blue steel we keeps it real inside the battlefield[nas] yeah so heres a toast to the funds and thingsGun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kingsChorus*singer does same part again with variations to fade, mostly I for you*
