"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.
Hold up
So what you're saying is
(Niggas got me pissed like Lil' Kim)
You want to get freaky again? Aight
A-ooh-ah-ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces (uh-huh)
Ah hell, I even fuck with different races
A white dude, his name was John
He had a Queen Bee Rules tattoo on his arm, uh
He asked me if I'd be his date for the prom
And he'd buy me a horse, a Porsche and a farm
Dan, my nigga from Down South
Used to like me to spank him and cum in his mouth
And Tony he was Italian (uh-huh)
And he didn't give a fuck (uh-huh)
That's what I liked about him
He ate my pussy from dark 'til the morning
Called his girl up and told her we was bonin'
Puerto Rican papi, used to be a Deacon
But now he be suckin' me off on the weekend
And this black dude, I call King Kong
He had a big ass dick and a hurricane tongue
So, how many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
('Cause I've got to know)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Tell me)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
This verse goes out to my niggas in jail
Beatin' they dicks to the XXL Magazine (uh)
You like how I look in the aqua green? Get your Vaseline
Roll some weed with some tissue and close your eyes
Then imagine your tongue in between my thighs (baby, oh, yes oh)
Jailer, open up, cell block eight
All right, nigga, that's enough
Stop, look and listen, get back to your position
Kim got your dick hard, startin' fights in the yard
Hotter than a Pop Tart fresh out of the toaster
Niggas do anything for a Lil' Kim poster
Eses, Bloods, Crips, all the thugs
Up North in the hole, they all wanna know
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, ha)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, oh yeah)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
If you drivin' in the street, hold on to your seat
Niggas, grab your meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by ya (shoom)
That's me, the Knight Rider
Dressed in all black with the gat in the lap
Lunatics in the street, gotta keep the heat
Sixty on the bezel, a hundred on the rings
Sittin' pretty, baby, with a Cash Money bling
12 AM, I'm on my way to club
After three bottles I'll be ready to fuck
Some niggas even put me on their grocery lists
Right next to the whip cream and box of chocolates
Designer pussy, my shit come in flavors
High-class taste, niggas got to spend paper
Lick it right the first time or you gotta do it over
Like it's rehearsal for a Tootsie commercial
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Still gonna try, girl, baby)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Tell me)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Tell me)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Let me know, let me know)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh yeah)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Yeah)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Baby, tell me)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
So what you're saying is
(Niggas got me pissed like Lil' Kim)
You want to get freaky again? Aight
A-ooh-ah-ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces (uh-huh)
Ah hell, I even fuck with different races
A white dude, his name was John
He had a Queen Bee Rules tattoo on his arm, uh
He asked me if I'd be his date for the prom
And he'd buy me a horse, a Porsche and a farm
Dan, my nigga from Down South
Used to like me to spank him and cum in his mouth
And Tony he was Italian (uh-huh)
And he didn't give a fuck (uh-huh)
That's what I liked about him
He ate my pussy from dark 'til the morning
Called his girl up and told her we was bonin'
Puerto Rican papi, used to be a Deacon
But now he be suckin' me off on the weekend
And this black dude, I call King Kong
He had a big ass dick and a hurricane tongue
So, how many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
('Cause I've got to know)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Tell me)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
This verse goes out to my niggas in jail
Beatin' they dicks to the XXL Magazine (uh)
You like how I look in the aqua green? Get your Vaseline
Roll some weed with some tissue and close your eyes
Then imagine your tongue in between my thighs (baby, oh, yes oh)
Jailer, open up, cell block eight
All right, nigga, that's enough
Stop, look and listen, get back to your position
Kim got your dick hard, startin' fights in the yard
Hotter than a Pop Tart fresh out of the toaster
Niggas do anything for a Lil' Kim poster
Eses, Bloods, Crips, all the thugs
Up North in the hole, they all wanna know
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, ha)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Tell me, oh yeah)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
If you drivin' in the street, hold on to your seat
Niggas, grab your meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by ya (shoom)
That's me, the Knight Rider
Dressed in all black with the gat in the lap
Lunatics in the street, gotta keep the heat
Sixty on the bezel, a hundred on the rings
Sittin' pretty, baby, with a Cash Money bling
12 AM, I'm on my way to club
After three bottles I'll be ready to fuck
Some niggas even put me on their grocery lists
Right next to the whip cream and box of chocolates
Designer pussy, my shit come in flavors
High-class taste, niggas got to spend paper
Lick it right the first time or you gotta do it over
Like it's rehearsal for a Tootsie commercial
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Still gonna try, girl, baby)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Tell me)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Tell me)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Let me know, let me know)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh yeah)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Yeah)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Baby, tell me)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
(Oh, oh, oh)
How many licks does it take 'til you get to the center of the?
Lyrics submitted by spliphstar
How Many Licks? Lyrics as written by Mark A. Andrews Kimberly Jones
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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She is more than an artist, Lil' Kim is a poet. No one has written a sufficient analysis for 14 years, so I guess it's up to me.
John had a "Queen Bee Rules" tattoo, obviously means "the best," or "winner" etc etc.
He wanted to take her to prom, which is a "gathering of people" (who will most likely lose their virginity that night).
He wants to buy her a horse.
In 2000 Mobile gas company merged with Exxon, and a Porsche is definitely a gas guzzler.
Everyone knows what a farm is so I won't bore you with it.
Mobil, an award winning ("the best") thoroughbred raceHORSE, was born in "2000", and now spends his days GATHERED around female horses making babies on a FARM in Canada. This song is obviously about this horse.
I could go on... everything else in the song matches up too. Big black penises, being locked up (in the stable), "cash money bling" (mobile made $1.877 MILLION)...
I'm surprised no one saw it before.