"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.
(You can find your way) Now they got to blow homeboy's smoke
(If you're tryna bang, bang, bang)
Up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie (real G thing)
While you're bangin' on ya baby OG's (bang)
That's why I flip the script to the boogie bang bang (real G thing)
And if I'm bangin', it's with D-P-G
They say, up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie (bang, bang)
While you're bangin' on ya baby OG's (bang, bang, bang, bang)
That's why I flip the script to the boogie bang bang
And if I'm bangin', it's with D-P-G
Some do the things that they do 'cause they dumb
And some do the things that they do for crumbs
I do mine for me, ya see?
Not the big homie, Double-O-G
Scared to do your own work, man, that's foul (that's foul)
And that's the reason why I had to shoot ya down
Because you never should've tried to work my dawg
And the lil' homie wouldn't of had no reason to fall
Y'all know the game ain't the same no mo'
Lil' G's keep heat so big, G's freeze, jeez
Johnny Rockafeller went to jail a
Few times too many and became a teller (snitch, snitch)
They sell a nigga dreams if he want 'em
But they won't sell you the game to get up on 'em
Ya tryna find 'em 'cause you want 'em, they shook out
Get the book out and when the pitch come, nigga, look out
It ain't hard to pump up the lil' homies, nigga
But it's hard for your bitch-ass to get wit us
But instead you put it in their head
That at thirteen they better off dead (now they gone)
Up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie
While you're bangin' on ya baby OG's (bang)
That's why I flip the script to the boogie bang bang
And if I'm bangin', it's with D-P-G
They say, up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie (bang, bang)
While you're bangin' on ya baby OG's (bang, bang, bang, bang)
That's why I flip the script to the boogie bang bang
And if I'm bangin', it's with D-P-G
Ayo Snoop (ayo big homie), why would niggas get into the bracket
And makin' loot, niggas wan' trip? (Trip)
Spittin' like, "You s'pposed to be from the hood"
"Show me love, nigga, or don't show me shit"
Feel the fever, million-dollar man like Colt Seavers (uh-huh)
Made a non-believin' man into a believer
Receive a check the next day, my homies say
"This the way to get paid," DP's invade
I don't know why you wanna get on my back? (Why?)
Trippin' 'cause you know the bomb's at where I'm at (a'ight)
Well if that's the case you shoulda rolled (rolled)
Wit the PG instead of losing control (motherfucker)
This is how we do (do), Dogg Pound Gangstas in blue (who?)
Me, D-A-Z, N-A-T-E and Snoop
Niggas from sets be tryna set you (ay lil' nigga, ay, no, oh)
'Cause you set in your ways, so ask DJ Pooh what pays (what pays?)
Up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie
While you're bangin' on ya baby OG's (bang)
That's why I flip the script to the boogie bang bang (real G thing)
And if I'm bangin', it's with D-P-G
They say, up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie (bang, bang)
While you're bangin' on ya baby OG's (bang, bang, bang, bang)
That's why I flip the script to the boogie bang bang
And if I'm bangin', it's with D-P-G
Just what we need, bangin' on wax, another Crip (wassup, cuh?)
What you gon' do nigga, jack the mothership?
You're like a actor wit another script
Predictable as Rambo wit another clip (busta)
How many niggas you gon' kill in your verse?
You need to sit down and learn to get down first (straight)
'Cause, uh, real ho bangers are toast-slangers
Not part-time FBI singers
Niggas havin' bad intentions, sendin' BGs on a mission
One move too many, nigga you missin'
Listen, you fuck wit the "Cyco-Lic-No"
Loony-ass nigga from your H-double-O-D
Niggas got too flossy from all the sacks they toss me
And guess what it cost me, they crossed me
But before I give a nigga a nine
I'd rather give a nigga a mic and write him a rhyme (let's get it)
Up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie
While you're bangin' on ya baby OG's (bang)
That's why I flip the script to the boogie bang bang
And if I'm bangin', it's with D-P-G
They say, up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie (bang, bang)
While you're bangin' on ya baby OG's (bang, bang, bang, bang)
That's why I flip the script to the boogie bang bang
And if I'm bangin', it's with D-P-G
Up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie (bang, bang)
While you're bangin' on ya baby OG's (bang, bang, bang, bang)
That's why I flip the script to the boogie bang bang
And if I'm bangin', it's with D-P-G
(Wa-wanna, wanna be a G when they grown, s-)
(Wanna, wanna, wanna be a G when they grown, s-)
(Wanna, wanna be a G when they grown, s-)
(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang) (wanna, wanna, wanna)
(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang) (wanna be a G when they grown, s-)
(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang) (wanna, wanna)
(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang) (wanna be a G when they grown, s-)
(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)
(Wanna be a G-)
(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang) (G when they grown, s-)
(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)
(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang) (wanna be a G when they grown)
(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)
(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang) (G)
(Bang, bang, bang, bang) (wanna be a-)
(If you're tryna bang, bang, bang)
Up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie (real G thing)
While you're bangin' on ya baby OG's (bang)
That's why I flip the script to the boogie bang bang (real G thing)
And if I'm bangin', it's with D-P-G
They say, up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie (bang, bang)
While you're bangin' on ya baby OG's (bang, bang, bang, bang)
That's why I flip the script to the boogie bang bang
And if I'm bangin', it's with D-P-G
Some do the things that they do 'cause they dumb
And some do the things that they do for crumbs
I do mine for me, ya see?
Not the big homie, Double-O-G
Scared to do your own work, man, that's foul (that's foul)
And that's the reason why I had to shoot ya down
Because you never should've tried to work my dawg
And the lil' homie wouldn't of had no reason to fall
Y'all know the game ain't the same no mo'
Lil' G's keep heat so big, G's freeze, jeez
Johnny Rockafeller went to jail a
Few times too many and became a teller (snitch, snitch)
They sell a nigga dreams if he want 'em
But they won't sell you the game to get up on 'em
Ya tryna find 'em 'cause you want 'em, they shook out
Get the book out and when the pitch come, nigga, look out
It ain't hard to pump up the lil' homies, nigga
But it's hard for your bitch-ass to get wit us
But instead you put it in their head
That at thirteen they better off dead (now they gone)
Up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie
While you're bangin' on ya baby OG's (bang)
That's why I flip the script to the boogie bang bang
And if I'm bangin', it's with D-P-G
They say, up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie (bang, bang)
While you're bangin' on ya baby OG's (bang, bang, bang, bang)
That's why I flip the script to the boogie bang bang
And if I'm bangin', it's with D-P-G
Ayo Snoop (ayo big homie), why would niggas get into the bracket
And makin' loot, niggas wan' trip? (Trip)
Spittin' like, "You s'pposed to be from the hood"
"Show me love, nigga, or don't show me shit"
Feel the fever, million-dollar man like Colt Seavers (uh-huh)
Made a non-believin' man into a believer
Receive a check the next day, my homies say
"This the way to get paid," DP's invade
I don't know why you wanna get on my back? (Why?)
Trippin' 'cause you know the bomb's at where I'm at (a'ight)
Well if that's the case you shoulda rolled (rolled)
Wit the PG instead of losing control (motherfucker)
This is how we do (do), Dogg Pound Gangstas in blue (who?)
Me, D-A-Z, N-A-T-E and Snoop
Niggas from sets be tryna set you (ay lil' nigga, ay, no, oh)
'Cause you set in your ways, so ask DJ Pooh what pays (what pays?)
Up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie
While you're bangin' on ya baby OG's (bang)
That's why I flip the script to the boogie bang bang (real G thing)
And if I'm bangin', it's with D-P-G
They say, up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie (bang, bang)
While you're bangin' on ya baby OG's (bang, bang, bang, bang)
That's why I flip the script to the boogie bang bang
And if I'm bangin', it's with D-P-G
Just what we need, bangin' on wax, another Crip (wassup, cuh?)
What you gon' do nigga, jack the mothership?
You're like a actor wit another script
Predictable as Rambo wit another clip (busta)
How many niggas you gon' kill in your verse?
You need to sit down and learn to get down first (straight)
'Cause, uh, real ho bangers are toast-slangers
Not part-time FBI singers
Niggas havin' bad intentions, sendin' BGs on a mission
One move too many, nigga you missin'
Listen, you fuck wit the "Cyco-Lic-No"
Loony-ass nigga from your H-double-O-D
Niggas got too flossy from all the sacks they toss me
And guess what it cost me, they crossed me
But before I give a nigga a nine
I'd rather give a nigga a mic and write him a rhyme (let's get it)
Up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie
While you're bangin' on ya baby OG's (bang)
That's why I flip the script to the boogie bang bang
And if I'm bangin', it's with D-P-G
They say, up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie (bang, bang)
While you're bangin' on ya baby OG's (bang, bang, bang, bang)
That's why I flip the script to the boogie bang bang
And if I'm bangin', it's with D-P-G
Up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie (bang, bang)
While you're bangin' on ya baby OG's (bang, bang, bang, bang)
That's why I flip the script to the boogie bang bang
And if I'm bangin', it's with D-P-G
(Wa-wanna, wanna be a G when they grown, s-)
(Wanna, wanna, wanna be a G when they grown, s-)
(Wanna, wanna be a G when they grown, s-)
(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang) (wanna, wanna, wanna)
(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang) (wanna be a G when they grown, s-)
(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang) (wanna, wanna)
(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang) (wanna be a G when they grown, s-)
(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)
(Wanna be a G-)
(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang) (G when they grown, s-)
(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)
(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang) (wanna be a G when they grown)
(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)
(Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang) (G)
(Bang, bang, bang, bang) (wanna be a-)
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Up Jump Tha Boogie Lyrics as written by Calvin Cordozar Broadus Delmar Drew Arnaud
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