Текст песни Fast Life - Norfside Remix (feat. Nas) - Nas , Kool G Rap
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
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)
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
Three:
G
Rap,
Nas
Aiyyo
my
lifestyle's
exquisite,
yayo
like
a
blizzard
It's
choir
attire
standin
on
ground
with
one
pivot
Two
players
rockin
silk
blazers
and
diamonds
like
glaciers
Lands
with
namebrand
seats
reclinin
like
in
spaceships
Bodies
on
ice
Livin
trife,
rollin
fixed
up
dice
Gamblin
Grants
Handlin
stamps
Moves
are
sheist
My
bankrolls,
got
the
cops
comin
in
plain
clothes
Tryin
to
arraign
again
cause
of
our
fame
that's
how
the
game
goes
True
Right
out
the
slammer
with
the
fame
and
glamour
Cookin
up
grams
with
Arm
& Hammer
supplyin
scramblers
in
Alabama
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
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
Yeah
so
here's
a
toast
to
the
funds
and
things
Gun
smokes
in
rings,
graveyards
is
buried
with
kings
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