"Fast car" is kind of a continuation of Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run." It has all the clawing your way to a better life, but in this case the protagonist never makes it with her love; in fact she is dragged back down by him.
There is still an amazing amount of hope and will in the lyrics; and the lyrics themselve rank and easy five. If only music was stronger it would be one of those great radio songs that you hear once a week 20 years after it was released. The imagery is almost tear-jerking ("City lights lay out before us", "Speeds so fast felt like I was drunk"), and the idea of starting from nothing and just driving and working and denigrating yourself for a chance at being just above poverty, then losing in the end is just painful and inspiring at the same time.
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this thang
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin' a rip it like it's supposed to be flip
Handle that shit
Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son
Anybody wit the loot, give it up or I'ma shoot
Bow down M-town, niggaz like to ride clean
Snort on some good dope, smoke on some good green
Friday pay day, so I'm at the Shake Junt
Lookin' fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat blunt
Saw my victim caught me one slippin'
On the side of the club, takin' a pissin'
No mask on face, I didn't really need it
He can be damn fool and he'll get heated
Point blank, snatch bank, runnin' like a track star
Heart pumpin' fast like I ate out the crack jar
No one saw me, made clean get away
That means that I still live to get paid
Late night, all night jackin' on the spizot
Breakin' up a dice game or where it's hizot
(I'm a rob me some niggaz)
Mane I'm fucked up, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane my lucks up, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane I'm dead broke, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Plus I'm out of dope, you know gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane I'm fucked up, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane my lucks up, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane I'm dead broke, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Plus I'm out of dope, you know gotta try somethin'
I ran up in the bank put a tone to his head
Told the clerk this a robbery, nigga drop the bread
Then I ran like a bitch when my folks was outside
So I jumped in the car, mashed the gas start to ride
The westside of Tennessee, until I heard the news
Nigga should have went to Mexico, my face was on the tube
Most wanted for a felony, I should have stayed in class
I was a stupid as nigga, I didn't even wear a mask
I guess you know by now the B H Z do not play
My pussy valley are down and gonna spray
They still robbin' niggaz and jackin' fo yo clothes
And have you runnin' round like college girls exposed
My Tulane niggaz you knowin' they stayin' strapped
Beside DJ Paul they put The Haven on the Map
But it's too many hoods in The Haven to claim
So we gon' all bring guns we gon' all bring pain
Mane I'm fucked up, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane my lucks up, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane I'm dead broke, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Plus I'm out of dope, you know gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane I'm fucked up, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane my lucks up, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane I'm dead broke, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Plus I'm out of dope, you know gotta try somethin'
You can do what ya do to keep ya ass in
It's CB and mane I ain't playin'
Wit pistol in my muthafuckin' right hand
I'm a stick it to ya body, and start demandin'
Give your muthafuckin' money out ya fuckin' pockets
Give me them rings and that fuckin' watch
And you better listen up before I start poppin'
It's me again, I'm constantly robbin'
Slap on his block wit the glock and lock'em down to the rocks
Fiendin' for his knot in his pocket strip him down his socks
Grab and feel this fo' fo' hopin' steam right off this scope
And I let him smoke if I go in ya pockets and ya broke
Ya got a lotta nuts rollin' my hood on ya twankies
Now ya gotta drop off them bitches and that ring on ya pankies
Give me all ya dope or ya green, ya pills, and ya powda
Or I gotta pump the gauge and let you take a buck shot shower
Mane I'm fucked up, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane my lucks up, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane I'm dead broke, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Plus I'm out of dope, you know gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane I'm fucked up, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane my lucks up, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane I'm dead broke, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Plus I'm out of dope, you know gotta try somethin'
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin' a rip it like it's supposed to be flip
Handle that shit
Jack one, smack one, run off wit ya sack son
Anybody wit the loot, give it up or I'ma shoot
Bow down M-town, niggaz like to ride clean
Snort on some good dope, smoke on some good green
Friday pay day, so I'm at the Shake Junt
Lookin' fo' a big lick, fiendin' for a fat blunt
Saw my victim caught me one slippin'
On the side of the club, takin' a pissin'
No mask on face, I didn't really need it
He can be damn fool and he'll get heated
Point blank, snatch bank, runnin' like a track star
Heart pumpin' fast like I ate out the crack jar
No one saw me, made clean get away
That means that I still live to get paid
Late night, all night jackin' on the spizot
Breakin' up a dice game or where it's hizot
(I'm a rob me some niggaz)
Mane I'm fucked up, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane my lucks up, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane I'm dead broke, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Plus I'm out of dope, you know gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane I'm fucked up, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane my lucks up, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane I'm dead broke, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Plus I'm out of dope, you know gotta try somethin'
I ran up in the bank put a tone to his head
Told the clerk this a robbery, nigga drop the bread
Then I ran like a bitch when my folks was outside
So I jumped in the car, mashed the gas start to ride
The westside of Tennessee, until I heard the news
Nigga should have went to Mexico, my face was on the tube
Most wanted for a felony, I should have stayed in class
I was a stupid as nigga, I didn't even wear a mask
I guess you know by now the B H Z do not play
My pussy valley are down and gonna spray
They still robbin' niggaz and jackin' fo yo clothes
And have you runnin' round like college girls exposed
My Tulane niggaz you knowin' they stayin' strapped
Beside DJ Paul they put The Haven on the Map
But it's too many hoods in The Haven to claim
So we gon' all bring guns we gon' all bring pain
Mane I'm fucked up, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane my lucks up, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane I'm dead broke, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Plus I'm out of dope, you know gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane I'm fucked up, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane my lucks up, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane I'm dead broke, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Plus I'm out of dope, you know gotta try somethin'
You can do what ya do to keep ya ass in
It's CB and mane I ain't playin'
Wit pistol in my muthafuckin' right hand
I'm a stick it to ya body, and start demandin'
Give your muthafuckin' money out ya fuckin' pockets
Give me them rings and that fuckin' watch
And you better listen up before I start poppin'
It's me again, I'm constantly robbin'
Slap on his block wit the glock and lock'em down to the rocks
Fiendin' for his knot in his pocket strip him down his socks
Grab and feel this fo' fo' hopin' steam right off this scope
And I let him smoke if I go in ya pockets and ya broke
Ya got a lotta nuts rollin' my hood on ya twankies
Now ya gotta drop off them bitches and that ring on ya pankies
Give me all ya dope or ya green, ya pills, and ya powda
Or I gotta pump the gauge and let you take a buck shot shower
Mane I'm fucked up, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane my lucks up, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane I'm dead broke, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Plus I'm out of dope, you know gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane I'm fucked up, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane my lucks up, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Mane I'm dead broke, a nigga gotta try somethin'
(I'ma rob me some niggaz)
Plus I'm out of dope, you know gotta try somethin'
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