Songtexte:
Faster Faster Word Of Advice You Re A Joke

Whether you're a gangster or a baller They only really want your money... Excuse me miss, I'd like to just sit a while Just stick around and maybe make

you're unkind Cos you're reminding me of me As the bicycle race Gathers speed, gathers pace And you feel that you're going too fast Theres a word to

under the molding Mama said, "Knock them out" and I'm quoting You're voting which you're hoping Will stop the guns from smoking Is someone fucking joking? They're

if you're comin' to see me, nigga, bring a cask' and crutches And niggas, I dont' need a gun for you, none of you 'Cause I can kill you dead with the

all you want but my pockets is gonna stay fat I used to be fast to run and serve a crew If you dissed me in the past, I have no work for you I know who's a

And you feel that you're going too fast Theres a word to the wise You should take some advice As the nice guys always finish last You're my kind of

you're unkind Cos you're reminding me of me As the bicycle race Gathers speed, gathers pace And you feel that you're going too fast Theres a word to

because I'm a brother that's laid back So yap all you want but my pockets is gonna stay fat I used to be fast to run and serve a crew If you dissed me