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E-40 - Текст песни Memory Lane
Rolex on my left hand, they blowing up my beeper (beeper)
 Fuck the middle man, we got the chill for cheaper (cheaper)
 Ballin ass niggas got a choke hold on the game (on the game)
 Let me take you down memory lane (memory lane)
 Rolex on my left hand, they blowing up my beeper (beeper)
 Fuck the middle man, we got the chill for cheaper (cheaper)
 Ballin ass niggas got a choke hold on the game (where you take em)
 Let me take you down memory lane
 E40
 From pushin bags of goop in the rain
 Rockin up nostril dust
 Me and my squad, my gang
 Never been no powder puff
 Used to blow that puffin stuff in the OAK
 In a rental
 Lucky's our safeway
 For supplies and utensils
 But that's in the past, im havin my cash, dropping on instrumentals
 I wanted to be number one
 Not number 2 like the pencil
 If it wasn't for my pin, 'd be in the pen
 You can't know where you going if you don't know where you've been
 Always been low key ADD, I couldn't sit still I move fast
 It was impossible for a nigga like me to sit on my fuckin ass
 I had to get that cash
 Make that money pile
 Build up my brand (what else?)
 And boost up my profile
 Made it out the game
 Smellin' like a rose
 From the bottom to the top
 But im steppin on people's toes
 Blast off , higher than the moon
 Been a hustler, since I came out the womb
 (biach!)
 Rolex on my left hand, they blowing up my beeper (beeper)
 Fuck the middle man, we got the chill for cheaper (cheaper)
 Ballin ass niggas got a choke hold on the game (on the game)
 Let me take you down memory lane (memory lane)
 Rolex on my left hand, they blowing up my beeper (beeper)
 Fuck the middle man, we got the chill for cheaper (cheaper)
 Ballin ass niggas got a choke hold on the game (where you take em)
 Let me take you down memory lane
 (Andre Nickatina)
 Man I take you way back, to tik toks and to jax and new Jackson who dat
 Man got the goin on the cutty
 And blowin up you beeper bitch, just to get my money
 Then hit the state fair with about 6 or 7 buddies
 You stay inside on task force Tuesdays,
 So what you don't sell dope, don't make this april fools day
 This is the town of bedrock and cook rocks and new gats and who dat
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 They got a lock on the crack sack
 Then baby girl starts screamin, where the Macs at
 As soon as they came out, the broke bitch steps back
 The fat laces in Adidas was religion
 And Las Vegas nights taught us all about sinnin'
 I let the weed burn, had to let the wheels turn
 Gotta live well, groomed straight to the orbit room
 Nobody dare had job applications
 Its three o'clock and gotta hit Nation's, memory lane
 Rolex on my left hand, they blowing up my beeper (beeper)
 Fuck the middle man, we got the chill for cheaper (cheaper)
 Ballin ass niggas got a choke hold on the game (on the game)
 Let me take you down memory lane (memory lane)
 Rolex on my left hand, they blowing up my beeper (beeper)
 Fuck the middle man, we got the chill for cheaper (cheaper)
 Ballin ass niggas got a choke hold on the game (where you take em)
 Let me take you down memory lane
 E40
 (oooahh)
 I had a grenada, Disha had a mustang, Beela had a caddy
 We was young in the game
 Street niggas, young and ambitious
 Determined to win, from start to finish
 It's the drought season, way too vicious
 Call me on the under mayne, hollin' at bitches
 Haters didn't like it but they had to respect it
 They quit the first family and rap to get a gold Lexus
 Talk hard cain, but you can call me slaughter cain
 Sprinkle me mayne
 Captain save a hoe
 Andre Nickatina
 Man I was in line with scar face, hit the bitch screen
 And if the dope was back again, the people call it ice cream
 You got paid off a pipe dream
 And then first pair of Michael Jordan's, first hit the crime scene
 You sat low when your team jack and waitin did
 I forget to mention yo, they jack them for their gold Dayton's
 Basketball we watch Gary Peyton
 Its when drug dealers really throw dope, brotha no fakin
 We wore rings like straight Jamaican's
 And yo the rap game was just getting started, for the straight takin
 I reminisce yeah, but no pain
 Cuz in the fast lane, the slow lane, the whole thang is memory lane
 Rolex on my left hand, they blowing up my beeper (beeper)
 Fuck the middle man, we got the chill for cheaper (cheaper)
 Ballin ass niggas got a choke hold on the game (on the game)
 Let me take you down memory lane (memory lane)
 Rolex on my left hand, they blowing up my beeper (beeper)
 Fuck the middle man, we got the chill for cheaper (cheaper)
 Ballin ass niggas got a choke hold on the game (where you take em)
 Let me take you down memory lane (memory lane)
 Oooahh











