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Текст (слова) песни: Ice-T - The Lane

[ CHORUS ]
The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain`t nobody smilin, ain`t nothin funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can`t nobody stop it
Unless your game`s weak
So baby, don`t sleep

The fast lane, half heart, half money
Ain`t nobody smilin, ain`t nothin funny
Raise the risk, raise the profit
And can`t nobody stop it
Unless your game`s weak
So player, don`t sleep

[ VERSE 1 ]
The streets crawl with ill niggas on the block
Goin hand in hand
Leanin in and out of sedans
Pumpin crack dreams to crack fiends for a fee
Their dream is to re-up to a ki
Cops watch the influx of dope
Through a telescope
Snitches in the game
Give the young g`s names
Bitches on the jock
Of the hustlers on the block
Jump from gee to gee
Similar to a flea
Suck the blood out, or in this case the dough
Roll with the blow till considered a hoe
Babies are born and pawned off to grandmama
The bitch ain`t done, she still lives for the drama
Lookin for another baller
To hit and never call her
All in vain
Life in the Lane
A new crew of hookers on the track from up north
Vice cops, they watch em stroll back and forth
They take a pay-off
Or a blow job just to lay off
The Lane`s no joke
Yo, you players stay broke
A ghetto garage makes a nice laboratory
PCP and crystal meth, wars of glory
End of story, gotta watch my back myself
Or else they`ll find my body layin on a coroner shelf
It`s the Lane

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 2 ]
Gees take the game on the road to Minnesota
Supermarket`s all sold out on baking soda
Gangbangers start to understand the dope game fast
Kidnap the drug dealers for the ransom cash
Gotta represent, what you say you are, that`s a star
Feds got a homing device on your car
That made you easy to follow to Denver, Colorado
Birds you had, 12 now you got a l
Crack babies born in the hospitals cryin
Drive-by shootings can`t end, kids are dyin
The cream is the ultimate goal
Gots to roll
Till my cash flow`s mega
Baller not a beggar
Bitches workin plastic with the fake ID`s
Life in the Lane, stackin up g`s
Chop shops taggin up Benzes and Beamers
Crack spots boilin full kilos in beakers
Damn, the game`s quicker than shit, don`t slip
Cause bet your life there`ll be another hustler checkin yo grip
It`s the Lane

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 3 ]
Brother on parole need a quick lick to come up
The score went bad, now he`s back stuck
Bitches settin niggas up jacked and waxed
Small-time workers movin weight in a g ride Lac
Don`t talk on your cellular, your phone is tapped
Don`t check the rear view, there`s no turnin back
It`s the Lane, now you`re in it, hit the gas and mash
Through the land of the hardcore hoes and cash
Jackers and robbers, hustlers and clockers
Everybody`ll squeal, take the l or the deal
Yo, spin the wheel, for the cops you`re a meal
Tailor suits gator boots make the fly hoes kneel
But if you miss, my friend, guess what you win
A one-way ticket to the federal state pen
It`s the Lane you chose, you fill your shit, ride Rolls
High-priced clothes, baddest fuckin hoes
Anything goes, there`s no limit, just mash
The cops will be there when you crash

[ CHORUS ]

 

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