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Fast Life Lyrics By Kool G Rap

    the time has come we gotta expand the whole operation
    distribution new york to chicago la
    we gotta set our own market and enforce it

    kool g rap
    champagne wishes and caviar dreams a team that’s gettin’ cream
    with sales of fishscales from triple beams i gleam
    livin’ the life of riley packin’ fifty calis
    rockin’ lizard bally’s while we do our drug deal in a dark alley
    up in casinos just me and my dino primo
    pushin’ beamo’s then parlay in reno with two fly latinos
    nas he runs the whole staff we count math from steam baths
    we’ve seen half a milli jackson 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 amadeus
    fakers get used as 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 straight pop and put more shells in your top than adidas
    the leaders lookin’ straight charmin’ in our giorgio armani’s
    you wanna harm me and nas
    you gots to come get through our whole army
    the ceelo rollers money folders sippin’ bolla holdin’ mad payola
    slangin’ that 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

    kool g rap
    livin’ the fast life with 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 sevenfigure cream
    livin’ the fast life with 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 sevenfigure cream

    nas
    yo i got guns from italy smoke trees considerably
    midstate and green it seems is where all my niggas be
    the ghetto misery shootouts and liquor stores
    a perpendicular angle of the clout war
    police searchin’ up my lexo but who’s petro
    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 wallabee down
    twentyfour 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 mon size
    we on the rise me and g ghetto wise guys
    the luciano frankie yale bugsy siegel
    green papers with eagles from a trade that’s illegal

    x
    brother you’ve got to make it happen
    yeahhhahh yeahhh get this money yeahhh
    brother you’ve got to make it happen
    when you’re livin’ in the fast life heyy yeaaaah yeah

    g rap nas
    aiyo our lifestyles’ exquisite yayo like a blizzard
    esquire attire standin’ on ground with one pivot
    two players rockin’ silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers
    lands with namebrand seats reclinin’ like it’s spacious
    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 our gang ’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 veuve clicquot
    dimes look magnifico puttin’ a cut inside perico
    heat for foes shoppin’ sprees with my fleet for clothes
    in caribbean suites deep rippin’ beats with flows
    aiyo we went from standin’ on blocks without some socks
    sellin’ rocks to pickin’ up stocks in 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

    kool g rap
    livin’ the fast life with 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 sevenfigure cream
    livin’ the fast life with 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 sevenfigure cream

    Artist: Kool G Rap

    Year: 1995

    Decade: 90s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 504