Fast Life Lyrics by Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo

Fast Life Lyrics


    The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation
    Distribution, new york, to chicago, l.a.
    We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

    Verse one: kool g rap

    Champagne wishes of caviar dreams ?a penis didn't cream?
    With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam
    Livin the live of rowdy packin fifty cali's
    Rockin lizard bally's while we do our drug deal in a dark alley
    Up in casinos just me and my dino primo
    Pushin beam-o's then parlay in reno with two fly latinos
    Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad
    We've seen a half a milli dashin out there on the queens half
    Three major players gettin papers by the layers
    And those that portray us on the block get rocked like domateus
    Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits
    Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet
    Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with heaters
    That'll stray pop and put more shells in your top than adidas
    Da leaders, lookin straight crimy in our giorgio armani's
    You wanna harm me and nas you gots ta come get through a whole army
    The celo rollers money folders sippin bola holdin mad payola
    Slangin a coke without the cola
    Me and black don't fake jacks but we might sling one
    It ain't no shame in our game we do our thing son

    Chorus

    Livin the fast life, in fast cars
    Everywhere we go, people know who we are
    A team from out of queens with the american dream
    So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream
    (repeat 2x)

    Verse two: nas escobar

    Yo i got, guns from italy, smoke trees, considerably
    Mid-state and green it seems, is where all my niggaz be
    The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores
    A perpendicular, angle of the clout war
    Police searchin up my lex over who's petrol
    My tech blows straight off the roof and tests yo' respect though
    But dough don't respect me, it got me handcuffed
    The rough life, i just be up nights, breathin with scuffed nike's
    Pour my beers for my peoples under the stairs
    These years i got they names in my swears
    Poppin cristal like it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday style
    Rockin steele sweaters, wallaby down
    Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs
    The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic
    Elegant performance, bubble lex full insurance
    Guzzlin guinness shootin catchin cases concurrent
    It's nas, seven hundred wives, king solomon size
    We on the rise, me and g, ghetto wise guys
    The luciano frankie aiel, bugsy seagal
    Green papers with eagles from a tray that's illegal

    *singer* brother you've got to make it happen
    Yeahhhahhyeahhh, get this money, yeahhh
    Brother you've got to make it happen
    When you're living in the fast life, heyy yeah yeah

    Verse three: g rap, nas

    [rap] aiyyo my lifestyle's exquisite, yayo like a blizzard
    [nas] it's 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 that's how the game goes
    [nas] true
    [rap] right out the slammer with the fame and glamour
    Cookin up grams with arm & hammer supplyin scramblers in alabama
    [nas] rub out faces and leave no traces
    My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races
    Servin us dom p my cliquo
    Dimes with magnifico, puttin in cut inside ?perico?
    Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes
    In carribean suites, deep, rippin beats with flows
    [rap] aiyyo, we went from standin on blocks, without some socks
    Sellin rocks, to pickin up stock and boat docks with glocks
    And got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills
    Packin all the blue steel we keeps it real inside the battlefield
    [nas] yeah so here's a toast to the funds and things
    Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

    Chorus

    *singer does same part again with variations to fade, mostly "i" for "you*

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