"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.
(high-piched voice)
You should never argue with a crazy mi- mi- mi- mi- mind
You oughta know by now
You should never argue with a crazy mi- mi- mi- mi- mind
Is that all you get for your money?
(Kool A.D.)
You should never argue with a la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You oughta know by now
You should never argue with a crazy ma-ma-ma-ma-ma
You oughta know la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You should never argue with a crazy muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-ma
You ought know by now
You should never argue with a bluh-bluh-bluh-bluh-bluh
Is that all you get for your money?
OK, OK
Chasin' (?) people, like what Twitter get
Sick of arguing with white dudes on the Internet
When I'm gassed on my own black past, like how a wigger get
I like to slow it down with a marijuana cigarette
Occasionally with powders in it
Yes, talcum fresh
Yeah, good hair, you could say I'm Malcolm-esque
Like the tresses like the dresses flowing sexy
Spin-off, blowup, Joanie and Chechny
Yeah, rock marked into this Georgia Dome
Caucasian boys creamed
Topical like cortisone
Leave a message on my phone
I'm only sort of home
The rest of me is sort of in the zone where the Dodos roam
They're all up on the tube no (?) stoned
Hacksaw, slack-jawed, like they short a chromosome
Leave your boy alone like Michael Latoya Holmes
A rich interior world's a joy to own, 'cause
You should never argue with a boo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You oughta know by now
You should never argue with a crazy muh-muh-ma-ma-ma-ma
Etc, etc.
Go in, OK
(Heems)
I get around like a vinyl
All sales final, Lionel Richie
I'm so gangsta prissy
Chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Yet me people seem to let me
Get away with wildin' like I won an Emmy
Grammy, Tony, Oscar, rasta impostors
Mangos, Trinidad attorneys
Burning S.N.S. Herning, learning cultures
Culture vultures' sculptures, nature nurture
Public freak-outs, if you got a problem, find me, speak out, speak out
Get in the middle of Little Italy Samburg
Dosa, told ya, funny blowing dolga
No more smoking doja
You should know now
Know how I do what I do
I drink, I think, I chew two blues, one thing
You should ba-ba-ba-ba-be-ba, be-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-be-ba
You should ba-ba-ba-ba-be-ba
You should ba-ba-ba-ba-be-ba, buddie-ba-ba-ba, biddie-ba-ba-ba
Etc., etc.
You should never argue with a crazy mi- mi- mi- mi- mind
You oughta know by now
You should never argue with a crazy mi- mi- mi- mi- mind
Is that all you get for your money?
(Kool A.D.)
You should never argue with a la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You oughta know by now
You should never argue with a crazy ma-ma-ma-ma-ma
You oughta know la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You should never argue with a crazy muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-ma
You ought know by now
You should never argue with a bluh-bluh-bluh-bluh-bluh
Is that all you get for your money?
OK, OK
Chasin' (?) people, like what Twitter get
Sick of arguing with white dudes on the Internet
When I'm gassed on my own black past, like how a wigger get
I like to slow it down with a marijuana cigarette
Occasionally with powders in it
Yes, talcum fresh
Yeah, good hair, you could say I'm Malcolm-esque
Like the tresses like the dresses flowing sexy
Spin-off, blowup, Joanie and Chechny
Yeah, rock marked into this Georgia Dome
Caucasian boys creamed
Topical like cortisone
Leave a message on my phone
I'm only sort of home
The rest of me is sort of in the zone where the Dodos roam
They're all up on the tube no (?) stoned
Hacksaw, slack-jawed, like they short a chromosome
Leave your boy alone like Michael Latoya Holmes
A rich interior world's a joy to own, 'cause
You should never argue with a boo-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
You oughta know by now
You should never argue with a crazy muh-muh-ma-ma-ma-ma
Etc, etc.
Go in, OK
(Heems)
I get around like a vinyl
All sales final, Lionel Richie
I'm so gangsta prissy
Chicks don't wanna fuck with me
Yet me people seem to let me
Get away with wildin' like I won an Emmy
Grammy, Tony, Oscar, rasta impostors
Mangos, Trinidad attorneys
Burning S.N.S. Herning, learning cultures
Culture vultures' sculptures, nature nurture
Public freak-outs, if you got a problem, find me, speak out, speak out
Get in the middle of Little Italy Samburg
Dosa, told ya, funny blowing dolga
No more smoking doja
You should know now
Know how I do what I do
I drink, I think, I chew two blues, one thing
You should ba-ba-ba-ba-be-ba, be-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-be-ba
You should ba-ba-ba-ba-be-ba
You should ba-ba-ba-ba-be-ba, buddie-ba-ba-ba, biddie-ba-ba-ba
Etc., etc.
Lyrics submitted by yowzabean
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I love the begining with billy joel
Chasing investment paper, like what Twitter get Sick of arguin' with white dudes on the internet When I'm gassed on my own black pass, like how a wigger get I like to slow it down with a marijuana cigarette Occasionally with powders in it Yes, talcum fresh Yeah good hair, You could say I'm Malcolm-esque Like the tresses like the dresses flowy and sexy Spin off, blow up, Joanie and Chenchny Yeah I rocked him to his Georgia Dome Caucasian wars cream topical like Cortisone Leave a message on my phone, I'm only sort of home The rest of me is sort of in the zone where the do-dos roam They're all up on the tube, no protostome Hack-sawed, Slack-jawed, Like they short a chromosome Leave your boy alone like, Michael Latoya Holmes And rich interior world's a joy to own, 'cause
Chorus
I get around like a vinyl All sales final, Lionel Richie I'm so gangsta, prissy Chicks don't wanna fuck with me Yet me people seem to let me Get away with wildin', like I won an Emmy Grammy, Tony, Oscar, Rasta Impostors Mangos, Trinidad attorneys Burning, S.N.S. herning, learning, cultures Culture vultures' sculptures, nature nurture Public freak-outs, if you gotta problem, find me, speak out, speak out Get in the middle of little idly, sambar, Dosa, told ya, find me blowin' dolge No more smokin' doja? You should know now Know how I do what I do I drink, I think, I chew two blues one pink
rapgenius.com/lyrics/Das-racist/You-oughta-know
Just because they're on RapGenius doesn't mean they're correct. There are several noticable typos in those lyrics if you actually listen to the song. (For example, "Chasing investment papers" and "Yeah I rocked him to his Georgia Dome" are incorrect.)<br /> <br /> The lyrics listed here actually sound right.
Scratch that, there are several incorrect lyrics in this as well.