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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bilal
Bilal
Performer
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
Keyboards
Sid McCoy
Sid McCoy
Spoken Word
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bilal
Bilal
Composer
Damu Mtume
Damu Mtume
Composer
Fa Mtume
Fa Mtume
Composer
Mike City
Mike City
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Producer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Recording Engineer
John Tyree
John Tyree
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jim Danis
Jim Danis
Assistant Recording Engineer
Greg Burns
Greg Burns
Assistant Recording Engineer
Sean Sturge
Sean Sturge
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Hey, livin' in the fast lane Drivin' fast broads With them fast chains When you pimpin' through life See some people get caught up And some charges brought up With some people they shot up Hey, livin' in the fast lane Drivin' fast broads Makin' fast change When you pimpin' through life See some people get caught up And some charges brought up With some people they shot up Hey, there it goes again Different face to the same old tragic end Who's to blame if he never saw it comin'? Yet he heard the bullet hummin' And he never thought of runnin' It's too late for him now layin' out on the ground So cold, so cold Nothin' much to live up to, damn It's so far gone, so gone Livin' in the fast lane Drivin' fast broads With your fast chains When you pimpin' through life See some people get caught up With some charges brought up From some people they shot up Hey, tell me when will it end? When the baby pays for its mother's sinnin' Trapped inside the four walls of a penty Way too strong, way too strong Now she's out in the cold, dying slow and the spoon still warm Yeah, uh, yo, ayo It started when they birthed him Running 'round stuck in the projects, now he can't wait 'til the first come Little older now, he can't wait 'til the dope come Sleep all these years and nobody awoke him Gettin' it so he could cover the whole border (Uh-huh) Question is how many of us could hold water It seemed like tellin' is in, niggas assigned states Get an order of protection and tell him again I'm a left lane nigga My life is much faster than yours I'm with a chick then it's attached to a bra Got the Air Ones matchin' the car (Uh-huh) All white, my niggas slingin' all night so we rapidly spar That's what they wanna clap at me for Understand that the flow is like the coke that he naturally raw So I'ma get my cash on and my mash on And get my ass up out of the fast lane, it don't last long Livin' in the fast lane Drivin' fast broads With your fast chains When you're pimpin' through life ohh Caught up And some charges brought up From some people they shot up Hey This is another Dr. Dre production In this fast lane Yoo! Oh my days I dont know E! Eh yeh Oh! Oh eh eh Uh! uh! uh! uh! uh! (uh! uh! uh!)
Writer(s): Scott Spencer Storch, Andre Romell Young, Bilal S. Oliver, Michael C. Flowers, Faulu Dalili Mtume, Damu Mtume Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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