Memory Lane Lyrics - E-40

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!) 

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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 

Photos 

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