Fast Life (Original Version) - Kool G Rap/Nas.mp3

[00:00.00] 作词 : N. Wilson/A. Best/Nasir Jones
[00:01.00] 作曲 : N. Wilson/A. Best/Nasir Jones
[00:03.00]The time has come, we gotta expand, the whole operation
[00:10.83] Distribution, New York, to Chicago, L.A.
[00:17.64] We gotta set our own market, and enforce it
[00:20.46]Verse One: Kool G Rap
[00:21.06]Champagne wishes of caviar dreams, a team that's gettin cream
[00:24.30]With sales of fish scales from triple beams I gleam
[00:26.73]Livin the life of rowdy packin fifty cali's
[00:28.89]Rockin lizard Bally's while we do our drug deal in a dark alley
[00:31.89]Up in casinos just me and my dino primo
[00:34.08]Pushin beam-o's then parlay in Reno with two fly latinos
[00:36.87]Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad
[00:39.60]We've seen a half a milli dashin out there on the Queens half
[00:42.42]Three major players gettin papers by the layers
[00:44.67]And those that betray us on the block get rocked like Amadeus
[00:47.37]Fakers get used to shootin targets, soon as the dark hits
[00:50.10]Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet
[00:52.68]Those that cheat us try to beat us we got hookers with heaters
[00:55.17]that'll stray pop and put more shells in your top than Adidas
[00:57.81]Da leaders, lookin straight charming in our Giorgio Armani's
[01:00.51]You wanna harm me and Nas you gots ta come get through a whole army
[01:03.54]The celo rollers money folders sippin bola holdin mad payola
[01:06.78]Slangin a Coke without the Cola
[01:08.40]Me and black don't fake jacks but we might sling one
[01:10.80]It ain't no shame in our game we do our thing son
[01:13.35] Chorus
[01:13.50]Livin the fast life, in fast cars
[01:15.90]Everywhere we go, people know who we are
[01:18.27]A team from out of Queens with the american dream
[01:20.76]So we're plottin up a scheme to get the seven figure cream
[01:23.91](repeat 2X)
[01:24.39]Verse Two: Nas Escobar
[01:33.42]Yo I got, guns from Italy, smoke trees, considerably
[01:37.50]Mid-state and Green it seems, is where all my niggaz b
[01:40.11]The ghetto misery, shootouts and liquor stores
[01:42.75]A perpendicular, angle of the clout war
[01:45.27]Police searchin up my Lex over who's petrol
[01:47.97]My tec blows straight off the roof and tests yo' respect though
[01:50.67]But dough don't respect me, it got me handcuffed
[01:52.95]The rough life, I just be up nights, breathin with scuffed Nike's
[01:56.01]Pour my beers for my peoples under the stairs
[01:58.29]These years I got they names in my swears
[02:00.51]Poppin Cristal like it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday style
[02:04.20]Rockin Steele sweaters, Wallaby down
[02:06.18]Twenty-four carats, countin cabbage, like the arabs
[02:09.03]The marriage of me and the mic is just like magic
[02:11.52]Elegant performance, bubble Lex full insurance
[02:14.28]Guzzlin Guinness shootin catchin cases concurrent
[02:16.95]It's Nas, seven hundred wives, King Solomon size
[02:20.01]We on the rise, me and G, ghetto wise guys
[02:22.50]The luciano Frankie Aiello, Bugsy Seagal
[02:24.84]Green papers with eagles from a trade that's illegal
[02:27.18]*singer* Brother you've got to make it happen
[02:34.41] Yeahhhahhyeahhh, get this money, yeahhh
[02:35.91] Brother you've got to make it happen
[02:42.30] When you're living in the fast life, heyy yeah yeah
[02:46.47]Verse Three: G Rap, Nas
[02:47.52][Rap] Aiyyo my lifestyle's exquisite, yayo like a blizzard
[02:51.06][Nas] It's choir attire standin on ground with one pivot
[02:53.55][Rap] Two players rockin silk blazers and diamonds like glaciers
[02:56.43][Nas] Lands with namebrand seats reclinin like in spaceships
[02:59.01][Rap] Bodies on ice
[02:59.55][Nas] Livin trife, rollin fixed up dice
[03:01.77][Rap] Gamblin Grants
[03:02.52][Nas] Handlin stamps
[03:03.36][duo] Moves are sheist
[03:03.99][Nas] My bank grows, got the cops comin in plain clothes
[03:06.93][Rap] Tryin to arraign again cause of our fame that's how the game goes
[03:09.57][Nas] True
[03:09.87][Rap] Right out the slammer with the fame and glamour
[03:11.79] Cookin up grams with Arm & Hammer supplyin scramblers in Alabama
[03:15.06][Nas] Rub out faces and leave no traces
[03:16.77] My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races
[03:20.40] Servin us Dom P my cliquo
[03:22.05] Dimes with magnifico, puttin in cut inside ?perico?
[03:25.35] Heat for foes, shoppin sprees with my fleet for clothes
[03:28.26] in Carribean suites, deep, rippin beats with flows
[03:30.60][Rap] Aiyyo, we went from standin on blocks, without some socks
[03:33.06] sellin rocks, to pickin up stock and boat docks with glocks
[03:35.85] and got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills
[03:38.40] Packin all the blue steel we keeps it real inside the battlefield
[03:41.31][Nas] Yeah so here's a toast to the funds and things
[03:43.53] Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings
[03:53.13] Chorus
[03:54.54]*singer does same part again with variations to fade, mostly "I" for "you*