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e-40 - fast quarter lyrics

[intro: e-40]
that fast quarter
we’d do anything for that fast quarter
ooouh!

[chorus: e-40]
i was bit by the hustlin’ bug, soda and yola
f-ck a slow nickel, i want the fast quarter
(i want the fast quarter)
f-ck a slow nickel, i want the fast quarter
(i want the fast quarter)
f-ck a slow nickel, i want the fast quarter
(i want the fast quarter)
got the digital scale, a soup pot and some yayo
a box of sandwich bags and a pocket full of scrill
f-ck a slow nickel, i want the fast quarter
(i want the fast quarter)
f-ck a slow nickel, i want the fast quarter
(i want the fast quarter)
ooouh!

[verse 1: e-40]
pushed in the game at a young age, feel me, touch me as i turn the page
n-gga snotty nose from the mud, with a lot of rage
watched in the cage like a animal, a prisoner in the slums
with the needles with hepat-tis, hookers, thieves and bums
used to live lavish ’til they got on that there tragic magic, bad habits
livin’ under a bridge, pushin’ a grocery basket (sadness)
i didn’t wanna be like them, so i came up with a plan
can’t swim but i’m not sinkin’, keepin’ my head above quicksand
went and hollered at my man, he put me up in the mix
fronted me some tree, said “this safer than servin’ bricks”
but the tree wasn’t moving fast enough for me (so what you do?)
so i took my profit and bought me a zabba dee (some yola?)
milligrams i had to measure, it’s lookin’ a whole lot better
startin’ to have my cheddar, no more bill collectors
callin’ my mama about her honda, paid for (paid for)
no more sleepin’ on the floor and borrowing electricity from next door
biatch!

[verse 2: yukmouth]
it’s yuk, n-gga, look
third down, five seconds, last quarter
hut, twenty-five yards left, i need the fast quarter (let’s go)
they blitzin’ with my linebacker, hand the cash over
touchdown, i hit ’em with the shuffle p-ss, soldier
quarterbacking for them eagles like mike vick
in philly runnin’ plays with the eagles like mike vick
day and night shift, on the grind with them white bricks
call me terry crews how i move with them white chicks (white girls)
ha! catch me up and down the interstate
dealer wake me and that money got a dinner date
the landlord move units, never renovate
they 22 but in out of state i’m gettin’ 28
ha! i got a whole thang groovin’
pot full a grease, i got the quarter thang oozin’
where my track stars? it’s a cocaine movement
rap game lame, but the dope game boomin’

[verse 3: c-bo]
ay, ay, been a baller, been a cooker, been a d-boy
on the corner pitchin’ nickels, quarters to a ki, boy
i need that fast money, fast back, fast lane
i f-ck a slow nickel, i need that fast change
in the kitchen with the chickens tryin’ to get the overs
then i got the new ’11 caddy, tryna get the rover
got the egg money, white to the yola
everyday money, fight for a soldier
with the cal, don’t creep like i told ya
real northern cali banger n-gga i fold ya
ask ward about me, i get in a n-gga -ss
.44 on the lap, i’ll whip on that n-gga fast
i’m addicted to paper, so i stay on the caper
i take that white girl out, then i duct tape her
if you ain’t had a bird, you ain’t on my level
and never seen a bird step with the metro

- e 40 lyrics

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