E-40


Memory Lane Lyrics

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, I'm 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 I'm 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
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

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Songwriter(s): Andre Adams, Earl Stevens, Earl T. Stevens
Copyright: The Administration Mp Inc. O.B.O. Fedi Fetchin Publishing
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