"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.
One niggas down, two niggas run it
Call me snowman, one hundred miles and gunning
Here come the paramedics
It goes one for the money, two for the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two niggas running
Game and the snowman, one hundred miles and gunning
Hey, here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
Here come the pain I've got a main
Ever since an adolescent I've been deep in the game
All I need is more weed, a little something for the pain
That thing is so good like a hook from T-Pain
They say you're nobody til somebody kills you
I say go be somebody, even if it kills you
They say death smells like bad ass weave
Another watch, another chain, the last thing a nigga need
Swear to God, couple right by the night stand
Clip my half a hundred, fill a case another hundred grand
And get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya
The evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya
Every night, I wake up in a cold sweat
Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest
God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit
But why they still riding to your old shit?
Party by the beat, all still riding with ya
Party by the big riders, still siding with ya
Party by the real niggas still hustling to ya
I know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya
They say a picture's worth about a thousand words
Niggas talkin' like they really worth a thousand words
Come the paramedics ?
Calling the beat, it's really dope fool, yo
It goes one for the money, two for the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the down, two niggas running
Game and the snowman, one hundred miles and gunning
Hey, here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
See us riding like some mobsters, with the trunk full of choppers
Give a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka
Hanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving
Nigga live through these shots, put his ass on Survivor
Fresh up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat
Get cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack
Let you suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina
And pile all them hoes in the back of my Beamer
Hit the freeway, bumping "Ghetto Boys", with the V twelve steaming
Top down, in the rain, California dreaming
I'd be lying if I said I still flip birds
Well nigga I still flip birds
Word to the doors on this ? I'm sitting on
Ain't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on
Who else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?
Put Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on!
It goes one for the money, two for the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the down, two niggas running
Game and the snowman, one hundred miles and gunning
Hey, here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
(Hey Snowman, these niggas hustling backwards
I'ma pull the K out, and turn 'em around)
Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?
Tell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around
Jeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather
My furs the best pound for pound, like Mayweather
Undisputed, I never lost a brick
UPS, FedEx and duct tape to a bitch
Put her ass on that greyhound
Tell that hoe to stay down
Sleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town
Give a fuck about a bitch
Die for the paper, hustle relentless
Nigga, I take the sky from a scraper
The Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house
These rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out
Black Tim's kicking in the door, at your lady house
He at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon' wait it out
You tipped him off, so now all the K's is out
We locate shot him down from the neighbor's house
It goes one for the money, two for the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the down, two niggas running
Game and the snowman, one hundred miles and gunning
Hey, here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
Call me snowman, one hundred miles and gunning
Here come the paramedics
It goes one for the money, two for the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two niggas running
Game and the snowman, one hundred miles and gunning
Hey, here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
Here come the pain I've got a main
Ever since an adolescent I've been deep in the game
All I need is more weed, a little something for the pain
That thing is so good like a hook from T-Pain
They say you're nobody til somebody kills you
I say go be somebody, even if it kills you
They say death smells like bad ass weave
Another watch, another chain, the last thing a nigga need
Swear to God, couple right by the night stand
Clip my half a hundred, fill a case another hundred grand
And get some rest when your conscious keep waking ya
The evil kicks in and them demons start shaking ya
Every night, I wake up in a cold sweat
Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest
God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit
But why they still riding to your old shit?
Party by the beat, all still riding with ya
Party by the big riders, still siding with ya
Party by the real niggas still hustling to ya
I know you're here in the day, ain't nothing to ya
They say a picture's worth about a thousand words
Niggas talkin' like they really worth a thousand words
Come the paramedics ?
Calling the beat, it's really dope fool, yo
It goes one for the money, two for the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the down, two niggas running
Game and the snowman, one hundred miles and gunning
Hey, here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
See us riding like some mobsters, with the trunk full of choppers
Give a nigga a couple shots, and I ain't talking about vodka
Hanging out the sunroof, Snowman driving
Nigga live through these shots, put his ass on Survivor
Fresh up at the trap, I ain't never been a rat
Get cheese like a mouse, so I'm honest throwing stack
Let you suckers make it rain, I'll make it Katrina
And pile all them hoes in the back of my Beamer
Hit the freeway, bumping "Ghetto Boys", with the V twelve steaming
Top down, in the rain, California dreaming
I'd be lying if I said I still flip birds
Well nigga I still flip birds
Word to the doors on this ? I'm sitting on
Ain't a rapper alive me and Jeezy ain't shitting on
Who else you know shit out Benjamins, and piss Patron?
Put Michael Buffer between us, and let's get it on!
It goes one for the money, two for the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the down, two niggas running
Game and the snowman, one hundred miles and gunning
Hey, here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
(Hey Snowman, these niggas hustling backwards
I'ma pull the K out, and turn 'em around)
Look, if I give you half a chicken, can you break that bitch down?
Tell the truth, it's me nigga, ain't nobody else around
Jeezy said it's a recession, so we hustling that Mayweather
My furs the best pound for pound, like Mayweather
Undisputed, I never lost a brick
UPS, FedEx and duct tape to a bitch
Put her ass on that greyhound
Tell that hoe to stay down
Sleep the first 48, and wake up in the A-Town
Give a fuck about a bitch
Die for the paper, hustle relentless
Nigga, I take the sky from a scraper
The Gerber out a baby mouth, the fire out of Satan's house
These rappers turned saints, we pull them fucking gauges out
Black Tim's kicking in the door, at your lady house
He at the strip club, well fuck it, we gon' wait it out
You tipped him off, so now all the K's is out
We locate shot him down from the neighbor's house
It goes one for the money, two for the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the down, two niggas running
Game and the snowman, one hundred miles and gunning
Hey, here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
Paramedics Lyrics as written by Jay Jenkins Jayceon Taylor
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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