paroles de chanson 5th Gear - Andre Nickatina & Equipto
Fast
lane
baby,
aint
nothin
like
it,
some
play
it
cool,
Some
get
excited,
hit
5th
gear
and
you
might
get
indited,
Spend
all
your
cash
try
to
fight
it
and
how
ya
like
it,
The
nickatina
roll
dice
- shoot
craps,
a
brand
new
rap
means
a
Brand
new
gat,
some
rather
sit
around
and
snitch
like
rats,
Aint
no
tellin'
where
im
at
on
the
map,
my
chuck
taylors
days
Stay
lays
devine,
look
in
the
eyes
of
a
rap
gad
laced
with
Rhyme,
and
its
a
felony,
and
its
in
druthers
what
they
tellin'
me,
and
in
my
mind
yo
thats
a
penalty,
Man
baby
so
mean,
she
wear
those
apple
bottom
jeans,
90
Percent
cream,
bumpin'
the
15,
night
time
got
parlay,
plucka
Plucka,
in
the
mix
now
ya
cocksucka,
I
never
leave
it
alone
home,
i
love
a
big
baked
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,
got
a
cairn
in
my
vein
and
my
brain
aint
No
wife,
night
time
got
parlay,
plucka
plucka,
in
the
mix
now
Ya
cocksucka,
You
get
flavour
like
a
skittle
when
i
rip
a
rhyme
riddle,
your
Face
is
in
da
pillow
den
i
shoot
it
in
da
middle,
ya
26
words
In
the
alphabet,
and
i
use
all
26
to
get
there
grips,
cause
You
can
see
me
on
the
highway,
the
plane,
the
plane
mein,
Nickatina
lake
for
a
slate
again,
with
hot
weatha,
hot
leatha
And
hot
chedda,
you
bring
the
beats
with
the
hot
borettas,
My
souls
controlled
by
the
late
billy
holiday,
me
and
eric
Strung
got
all
the
way,
rainy
alarm
with
the
charm
of
a
nickel
As
barm,
then
i
sell
you
somethin
that
shoot
straight
in
your
Arm,
and
get
a
plate
from
duct
tape
to
wear
the
bait,
some
man
Made
jars
didnt
give
a
little
shake,
i
hope
ya
got
somethin,
4
Pound
on
your
waist,
because
i
drive
like
i
dont
have
breaks,
Cause
its,
the
fast
lane
baby,
aint
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,
Uh,
you
see
im
cold
blooded,
gary
petters
go
glovin',
lovin'
To
play
it
cool
but
we
heat
it
like
an
oven,
i
bowl
gord
in
Borgeon,
with
all
fairness,
aint
no
turnin'
back,
i
burn
a
Sack
so
careless,
sly
just
like
stone,
high
all
alone,
Glowin',
rap
crews
oblivious
all
outta
they
zone,
and
i
was
Told
to
treat
em
cold,
a
blow,
ever
keepin'
flow,
theres
no
Reason
to
tell
a
leader,
go,
this
is
a
rush,
the
outspoken
in
The
pissed
discussion,
like
N.W.A
im
always
into
somethin',
And
im
a
record
like
a
athlete,
out
shone
stampy,
rollin'
with
Motha
fuckas
just
doin
the
damn
thing,
livin'
life
too
fast
to
Catch
it
but
got
it
mastered,
down,
now
get
mad
and
lash
out,
Classic,
genuine
rappin',
watch
the
boy
play,
cant
escape
the
Game
the
range
is
point
blank,
When
it
come
to
cash
yea
man
some
might
divide
it,
but
when
it
Come
to
me
dont
try
it,
gotta
com-plaint,
boys
ride
toys
on
Chrome,
baby
you
drunk,
you
need
to
go
home,
15
quick
and
ill
Thug
rug
bone,
first
of
the
month
and
roll
another
blunt,
Tonight
i
got
cranberry
juice
in
my
cup,
you
starin'
at
a
rap,
Cant
freak,
what
up,
night
time
got
parlay,
plucka
plucka,
in
Tha
mix
now
ya
cocksucka,
Put
on
your
seat
belt,
need
help
im
about
to
go
fast,
no
Bitchin'
motha
fucka,
so
dont
even
ask,
forget
about
the
past,
You
betta
do
the
math,
freaks
tryin'
to
put
their
dirty
hands
On
the
cash,
more
keys
than
a
piano,
you
like
to
travel,
think
All
the
fours
that
flows,
reach
the
ammo,
retreat
to
the
Shadows,
fire
in
the
battle,
you
might
see
me
on
your
Favourite
news
channel,
2,
7 or
maybe
even
5,
money
on
my
mind
, You
can
see
it
in
my
eyes,
talkin
much
shit
i
dont
eva
have
to
Lie,
unless
its
to
a
judge,
but
then
i
gotta
grudge,
a
game
Where
there
aint
no
love,
money,
cars,
strip
bars
and
the
Hardest
drugs,
night
time
got
parlay,
plucka
plucka,
in
the
Mix
now
ya
cocksucka,
night
time
got
parlay
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