"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.
Mr copper Mr copper can we speak?
How many niggas do you beat down in a week?
And do you get a kick when you beat
A nigga down with that muthafuckin' stick
So you can suck a nigga dick
Rodney King really fucked me up at first
But at least he didn't go home in no hearse
A lot of niggas dead, a lot of niggas died
Cause (pop pop pop) with yo muthafuckin' 9
But no me pappy, I'll cap that badge
A ratta tat tata tat tata tat tat uh yea
So don't even think about tryin'
To play me bitch
I'll gat ya down with my fuckin' 38 ya bitch
Ya got suga in ya nuts
Just like them grip niggas
Ain't shit without that stick
And that fuckin' trigga
And yo I think it is my duty
To slice some laws thoroughly
Cause they killed my nigga Rudy and
I don't think that's right
The policemen are your friends
(but all my niggas say) they're
Here to protect and serve
The policemen are your friends
(and all my niggas say) they're
Here to protect and serve
I try to keep my face off the street
Cause that 99 always wanna sweat
It was me at the scene of the crime
I wasn't there
Bitch, I was at home with blistered feet
Soaking my dogs
With my gal smoking a Swisher Sweet
But before I could put my Nikes back on
I pulled to the curb by some blue and
White tryin' to get there jack on
Even though I had the right inspection
Tricka they still dick a
Nigga like an erection
Lookin for a muthafuckin' criminal
He ain't here pussy muthafuckas'
What color you painting fear
But you can color me bad
Like them crackas and there choking
But understand the real when it's smoking
I'm loccin' and smokin'
Niggas is fightin' fast
Now your lil trifling ass is doomed to feel
The boom of my titan of class
So with my 9 I'll buck up a trick
And a crooked cop just might get shot
Just for the fuck of it
The policemen are your friends
(but all my niggas say) they're
Here to protect and serve
The policemen are your friends
(and all my niggas say) they're
Here to protect and serve
Fuck the fast laws
Make ya blow on the trigga squeeze
I don't want to kill a cop
I just wanna bust that nigga in his knees
And watch him squirm and squeal
As I buck him there
Get down on the floor ho you
Ain't goin' no fuckin' where
One in yo arms, yo knees, yo shoulda
I'm laughin like Joker, now turn
Your punk ass over, bitch
But this ain't for my brotha
Its strictly for my niggas
Whose triggas died undercover
No lovas muthafuckas
Suck a dick, I'mma let you tell it
Bird state you be diggin' all y'all ass
And y'all know ya wanna smell it
Fools, so gon' take a sniff
And right before ya choke, catch the smoke
From the chrome and the spliff
Out, nigga, from the clique that don't stop
Barkin at a cop with a pocket full of rocks
So call the coroner and tell
Him what I said i know ya got a vest so
I'm aiming at your head bloody, red
I'm going to your funeral I'm
Spraying hoes with lead
Fuck respect for the mutherfuckin' dead
Cause I don't give a fuck
About a punk ass fed
I'm splittin' niggas wigs and leavin'
Pussies on they head
And I'll be goddamned if I don't hit
killing him
Tell Moody Harris they gon' want
To come and get 'em
So ashes to ashes and bless his soul
Now bend his ass over so I can fuck
Him with his stick in his asshole
The policemen are your friends
(but all my niggas say) they're
Here to protect and serve
The policemen are your friends
(and all my niggas say) they're
Here to protect and serve
How many niggas do you beat down in a week?
And do you get a kick when you beat
A nigga down with that muthafuckin' stick
So you can suck a nigga dick
Rodney King really fucked me up at first
But at least he didn't go home in no hearse
A lot of niggas dead, a lot of niggas died
Cause (pop pop pop) with yo muthafuckin' 9
But no me pappy, I'll cap that badge
A ratta tat tata tat tata tat tat uh yea
So don't even think about tryin'
To play me bitch
I'll gat ya down with my fuckin' 38 ya bitch
Ya got suga in ya nuts
Just like them grip niggas
Ain't shit without that stick
And that fuckin' trigga
And yo I think it is my duty
To slice some laws thoroughly
Cause they killed my nigga Rudy and
I don't think that's right
The policemen are your friends
(but all my niggas say) they're
Here to protect and serve
The policemen are your friends
(and all my niggas say) they're
Here to protect and serve
I try to keep my face off the street
Cause that 99 always wanna sweat
It was me at the scene of the crime
I wasn't there
Bitch, I was at home with blistered feet
Soaking my dogs
With my gal smoking a Swisher Sweet
But before I could put my Nikes back on
I pulled to the curb by some blue and
White tryin' to get there jack on
Even though I had the right inspection
Tricka they still dick a
Nigga like an erection
Lookin for a muthafuckin' criminal
He ain't here pussy muthafuckas'
What color you painting fear
But you can color me bad
Like them crackas and there choking
But understand the real when it's smoking
I'm loccin' and smokin'
Niggas is fightin' fast
Now your lil trifling ass is doomed to feel
The boom of my titan of class
So with my 9 I'll buck up a trick
And a crooked cop just might get shot
Just for the fuck of it
The policemen are your friends
(but all my niggas say) they're
Here to protect and serve
The policemen are your friends
(and all my niggas say) they're
Here to protect and serve
Fuck the fast laws
Make ya blow on the trigga squeeze
I don't want to kill a cop
I just wanna bust that nigga in his knees
And watch him squirm and squeal
As I buck him there
Get down on the floor ho you
Ain't goin' no fuckin' where
One in yo arms, yo knees, yo shoulda
I'm laughin like Joker, now turn
Your punk ass over, bitch
But this ain't for my brotha
Its strictly for my niggas
Whose triggas died undercover
No lovas muthafuckas
Suck a dick, I'mma let you tell it
Bird state you be diggin' all y'all ass
And y'all know ya wanna smell it
Fools, so gon' take a sniff
And right before ya choke, catch the smoke
From the chrome and the spliff
Out, nigga, from the clique that don't stop
Barkin at a cop with a pocket full of rocks
So call the coroner and tell
Him what I said i know ya got a vest so
I'm aiming at your head bloody, red
I'm going to your funeral I'm
Spraying hoes with lead
Fuck respect for the mutherfuckin' dead
Cause I don't give a fuck
About a punk ass fed
I'm splittin' niggas wigs and leavin'
Pussies on they head
And I'll be goddamned if I don't hit
killing him
Tell Moody Harris they gon' want
To come and get 'em
So ashes to ashes and bless his soul
Now bend his ass over so I can fuck
Him with his stick in his asshole
The policemen are your friends
(but all my niggas say) they're
Here to protect and serve
The policemen are your friends
(and all my niggas say) they're
Here to protect and serve
Lyrics submitted by buddahman92, edited by dathoedezt, Mellow_Harsher
Protect & Serve Lyrics as written by Bernard James Freeman Chad L. Butler
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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