"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.
Banned from tv
N.O.R.E
Moving
Coming soon
Shut the fuck up
Tryna watch this movie
Yo, Jungle
Shut the fuck up
'98, it's ours
Ay yo, ay yo
Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail
I kick street tales choking niggas like I'm Sprewell
Golden state, holding your fate in the palm of my hand
Blow you away like it's part of the plan
I gotta call it like I see it talk it like I be it
Walkin' my walk, Thugged Out, orthopedic
'Cause I'm soon to be up, give me room watch me heat up
Niggas try to stick me like Abner Louima, follow the leader
Make me go extra hard, yo N.O.R.E, should I hold back or show the repertoire?
Quit at 16 or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers
I show them why it's so hard to reach us
I get pussy with my fathers features
Puff heavenly, see me at 6"1, weigh a buck 70
Catch me in spots y'all niggas never be
Packed in like Green Bay
Harlem Week to Queens Day
Performing acapella, no dj
'98 live, no replays
Make it seem easy, so tell a friend to tell a friend
That its them again, Nature, Noreaga, wild gremlins (yo, yo, yo)
Champagne on the rocks
Sporting a Fort Knox Lazarus
Shark salad with cabbage
Pork chops and applesauce
Twin connection, disrespect watch your body cave in
Pump the shotty gaugin', hit the shorty while he potty training
I ain't playing, I'm truly the worst
Simply the first to get his whole body fully reversed
Uzi it hurts, leave you double dead
I'ma a bubble-head, I never listen to nothing my mother said
Ay yo, I hold niggas ransom for money like Johnny Handsome
Been sonnin' niggas for so long I think I got a grandson
My passion is money, a stash and a honey
That won't ask questions but will blast anybody
That's my kind of girl, kinda of world I want to live in
Not a cell or a prison or in hell's Armageddon
Just a little ghetto
Where my niggas control the middle
We know the riddles of life where others know only a little (yo, yo)
Been in rich places, sick places
Seen my story on six thousand six hundred and sixty six pages
Wages, I wrote six aces
And at the same dice games, I caught six cases, all over big faces
Now it's tipped lasers, ready to dig faces
But the Bing it ain't a bit spacious
Niggas building up they rib cages, cats like to rip places
Bloody lip tasters, but Cam is a big racist
But I stay in important, big places
But the world know the girl though I fuck her off a furlough
She'll be up, hook me up, all your sales could be luck
Only question for these ducks is baby girl could we fuck ?
You the type that need a wife
Thought L-O-X told y'all the key to life
Asshole, yo I don't play around, I lay it down
Fuck around, I spray around
Flick a biscuit, nigga risk it
My ass, you can kick or kiss it (yo)
Ain't no niggas in the world more thorough than this
(Bust off) and sit the hot barrel dead on your lips
Like 2 thirds of a brick (Penaro and Kiss)
The crystal white fluffy part in the back of a whip
See the plan is to stash all, and cash y'all
The weed so strong, they gotta put it glass jars
Niggas try to smoke me out, mope me out
'Cause the rims on my new joint be poking out
I'm about to have no feelings
Shit is deep, do they dance with the devil when they sleep
I wake up gripping the air, wishing the hit
Shit that they kick in ya ear, when your soul be drift in the air
My gift is half-rotten when I spit it tears
That shit'll drop down my eye, I'm too tired to cry
And I ain't never seen a nigga that's too live to die
They say you get what you ask for, so get it 'cause you asked for it
If a nigga ain't a thief, then he better have the cash for it
And we gonna be around 'til ya body rot
And if the feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
(What! What! What! What!)
Yo, yo
Ay yo, there's two ways into the hood, one plane
The other smoke chronic like straight to the brain
Ay yo lets get loose, Hennessey straight, with tomato juice
Queens stallion, my guns from the Italian
Now y'all niggas recognize medallions
I play the best hood, O.T with Tim Westwood
Used to be on Section 8, now my section is good
Thugged Out niggas, we eat as much as we could
And I don't give a fuck (what!) Yo I save my shit
And I don't give a fuck (what!) You can save your shit
Y'all niggas like extra skin on my dick
Listen to Bob Marley, you funny niggas like Steve Harvey
Frontin' live with a weak army
I play the nice guy too, I'll smoke with you
But the realness, I ain't got no love for you
That's why I'll never do a song with you
Not even if your baby moms fucked the crew
And promised to give us head and swallow too
I still say no, no is no, no can do
Ya niggas drinking Haterade, drinkin' my flow
Yo, Thugged Out, thug shit, right here mothafucker (real mothafuckin' shit right here)
Thug shit, what? (mothafuckin' thug shit right here)
What the fuck is the deal? What the fuck is the deal?
What the fuck is the deal? What? What? What?
Fuckin', Thugged Out Entertainment (Thugged Out Entertainment)
Untertainment (Untertainment)
Fuckin', L-O-X, Ruff Ryders (L-O-X, Ruff Ryders)
What? (What? What? What?)
Terror Squad (Terror Squad)
This shit is fucking official right here
N.O.R.E
Moving
Coming soon
Shut the fuck up
Tryna watch this movie
Yo, Jungle
Shut the fuck up
'98, it's ours
Ay yo, ay yo
Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail
I kick street tales choking niggas like I'm Sprewell
Golden state, holding your fate in the palm of my hand
Blow you away like it's part of the plan
I gotta call it like I see it talk it like I be it
Walkin' my walk, Thugged Out, orthopedic
'Cause I'm soon to be up, give me room watch me heat up
Niggas try to stick me like Abner Louima, follow the leader
Make me go extra hard, yo N.O.R.E, should I hold back or show the repertoire?
Quit at 16 or throw in extra bars just for the non-believers
I show them why it's so hard to reach us
I get pussy with my fathers features
Puff heavenly, see me at 6"1, weigh a buck 70
Catch me in spots y'all niggas never be
Packed in like Green Bay
Harlem Week to Queens Day
Performing acapella, no dj
'98 live, no replays
Make it seem easy, so tell a friend to tell a friend
That its them again, Nature, Noreaga, wild gremlins (yo, yo, yo)
Champagne on the rocks
Sporting a Fort Knox Lazarus
Shark salad with cabbage
Pork chops and applesauce
Twin connection, disrespect watch your body cave in
Pump the shotty gaugin', hit the shorty while he potty training
I ain't playing, I'm truly the worst
Simply the first to get his whole body fully reversed
Uzi it hurts, leave you double dead
I'ma a bubble-head, I never listen to nothing my mother said
Ay yo, I hold niggas ransom for money like Johnny Handsome
Been sonnin' niggas for so long I think I got a grandson
My passion is money, a stash and a honey
That won't ask questions but will blast anybody
That's my kind of girl, kinda of world I want to live in
Not a cell or a prison or in hell's Armageddon
Just a little ghetto
Where my niggas control the middle
We know the riddles of life where others know only a little (yo, yo)
Been in rich places, sick places
Seen my story on six thousand six hundred and sixty six pages
Wages, I wrote six aces
And at the same dice games, I caught six cases, all over big faces
Now it's tipped lasers, ready to dig faces
But the Bing it ain't a bit spacious
Niggas building up they rib cages, cats like to rip places
Bloody lip tasters, but Cam is a big racist
But I stay in important, big places
But the world know the girl though I fuck her off a furlough
She'll be up, hook me up, all your sales could be luck
Only question for these ducks is baby girl could we fuck ?
You the type that need a wife
Thought L-O-X told y'all the key to life
Asshole, yo I don't play around, I lay it down
Fuck around, I spray around
Flick a biscuit, nigga risk it
My ass, you can kick or kiss it (yo)
Ain't no niggas in the world more thorough than this
(Bust off) and sit the hot barrel dead on your lips
Like 2 thirds of a brick (Penaro and Kiss)
The crystal white fluffy part in the back of a whip
See the plan is to stash all, and cash y'all
The weed so strong, they gotta put it glass jars
Niggas try to smoke me out, mope me out
'Cause the rims on my new joint be poking out
I'm about to have no feelings
Shit is deep, do they dance with the devil when they sleep
I wake up gripping the air, wishing the hit
Shit that they kick in ya ear, when your soul be drift in the air
My gift is half-rotten when I spit it tears
That shit'll drop down my eye, I'm too tired to cry
And I ain't never seen a nigga that's too live to die
They say you get what you ask for, so get it 'cause you asked for it
If a nigga ain't a thief, then he better have the cash for it
And we gonna be around 'til ya body rot
And if the feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
(What! What! What! What!)
Yo, yo
Ay yo, there's two ways into the hood, one plane
The other smoke chronic like straight to the brain
Ay yo lets get loose, Hennessey straight, with tomato juice
Queens stallion, my guns from the Italian
Now y'all niggas recognize medallions
I play the best hood, O.T with Tim Westwood
Used to be on Section 8, now my section is good
Thugged Out niggas, we eat as much as we could
And I don't give a fuck (what!) Yo I save my shit
And I don't give a fuck (what!) You can save your shit
Y'all niggas like extra skin on my dick
Listen to Bob Marley, you funny niggas like Steve Harvey
Frontin' live with a weak army
I play the nice guy too, I'll smoke with you
But the realness, I ain't got no love for you
That's why I'll never do a song with you
Not even if your baby moms fucked the crew
And promised to give us head and swallow too
I still say no, no is no, no can do
Ya niggas drinking Haterade, drinkin' my flow
Yo, Thugged Out, thug shit, right here mothafucker (real mothafuckin' shit right here)
Thug shit, what? (mothafuckin' thug shit right here)
What the fuck is the deal? What the fuck is the deal?
What the fuck is the deal? What? What? What?
Fuckin', Thugged Out Entertainment (Thugged Out Entertainment)
Untertainment (Untertainment)
Fuckin', L-O-X, Ruff Ryders (L-O-X, Ruff Ryders)
What? (What? What? What?)
Terror Squad (Terror Squad)
This shit is fucking official right here
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