"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.
Yeah
LB fam finally up in this piece
Got my mans that put me on, you know what I'm sayin'
Want shout out to the Uptown, know what sayin'
Word up
MCA, this is how we do every day
Me and Freaky Tah, ha
Pretty Lou, my man, Spigg Nice
We be gettin' down representin'
So this is how it go
Let me let you know how
It be, in da, G-H-E, double T-O
My name cold
Let me run it down the line
Hey, if you hear a mistake rewind
Who's the best? Who's the worst in this here rap game?
For those that claim to be the best (uh-huh)
I tear them out the frame
I'm representin', puttin' Queens on the map (word up)
Devil's Springs with some baggy jeans when I rap
Come up with a style that they call versatile
Don't treat me like no lame I've been in this game for a while
I've seen a lot-a come (come)
I've seen a lot-a go (go), I've seen a lot-a break
I've seen a lot-a blow, ayo
It's a trip to see a nigga slip (uh-huh, nigga)
Get a grip nigga, nigga get a grip, get a (you don't even)
You don't even know the half of my crew
To be talking what you're talking and to act like you do
Yo, set it, you fuckin' crossed my line and hit the border
LB fam start attacking, someone's attacking outa order
Put on your leather gloves, and hats and get your pits and bats (uh-huh)
And get the gats just in case we take it to the stacks
Shout out to the Jeeps
The Lex Coups, the Bimas and the Benz
To all of my ladies and my men
And all of my peoples in the pen' (my men)
Keep your head up
And to the hood (the hood)
East Coast, West Coast and worldwide
Ain't nothing wrong with puffin' on la
And if you're with me let me hear you say, "Right, ri-right"
Now, nowadays (yeah)
Niggas fronting like they ill (like they' ill)
Now bustin' caps ain't got a muthafucking thing to do with showing skill
Recognize, nigga, what you fronting for?
Oh, I know your style, you've never hit a blunt before
Or you're just another in the race (man, you betta stop)
Fakin' gats, takin' up space
To me you're nothing but a needle in a hay stack
Listen, kid, I've been doing this here from way back
In the day (uh-huh), Ace Deuce Tre (uh-huh), at the best
Up to Zimbabwe, hey, who's the best?
I want the best to come test me (why?)
So I can release some stress from my chest, G (ha)
Is you down (for what?) To go pound for pound
Toe to toe, blow for blow, round for round
I'm wonderin' 'cause I bring the thunder and the rain
Causing confusion to your brain
To the Jeeps (huh)
It's the Lex Coups, the Bimas and the Benz
To all my ladies and my men
And all of my peoples in the pen'
Keep your head up
And to the hood (the hood)
East Coast, West Coast and worldwide
Ain't nothing wrong with puffin' on la
And if you're with me let me hear you say, "Right, ri-right"
Keepin' shit live for the year '95
I got more niggas in my tribe
Than there'd bees in the beehive
LB fam (huh), every day stay high
Mr. Cheeks (yeah), every day I
Concentrate to get my shit straight, make us wait
Before it's too fuckin' late
The Lost Boyz, yeah, that's who I be's with
That's who I runs with
And who I smoke tress wit
Pack your bags, head outta town
I'll be back around so be gone before sundown
From Jamaica comes a nigga named Cheeks
With techniques for the streets
Over roughneck beats
There's rumors going around about the Cheeks can't remember
I'm the motherfucker choppin' crews like a chainsaw
Talk what you wanna (you wanna), do what you gotta (gotta)
Well, let me tell you something, man, you can't do me nadda
To the Jeeps
The Lex Coups, the Bimas and the Benz
To all my ladies and my men
And all my peoples in the pen'
Yo, keep your head up
And to the hood (the hood)
East Coast, West Coast and worldwide
Ain't nothing wrong with puffin' on la
And if you're with me let me hear you say, "Right, ri-right"
Shout out to the Jeeps (kid, the Jeeps)
The Lex Coups, the Bimas and the Benz (the Benz)
To all of my ladies and my men (my mens)
And all of my peoples in the pen' (huh, ayo)
Keep your head up
And to the hood (the hood)
East Coast, West Coast and worldwide
Ain't nothing wrong with puffin' on la
And if you're with me let me hear you say, "Right, ri-right"
So if you listen to my album
You see that we don't deal with nothin'
But the real deal street life
The Lex Coups, the Bimas and the Benz (the Benz)
To all of my ladies and my men (my mens)
And all of my peoples in the pen' (the pen')
Keep your head up
And to the hood (the hood)
East Coast, West Coast and worldwide (worldwide)
Ain't nothing wrong with puffin' on la (on la)
And if you're with me let me hear you say, "Right, ri-right"
LB fam finally up in this piece
Got my mans that put me on, you know what I'm sayin'
Want shout out to the Uptown, know what sayin'
Word up
MCA, this is how we do every day
Me and Freaky Tah, ha
Pretty Lou, my man, Spigg Nice
We be gettin' down representin'
So this is how it go
Let me let you know how
It be, in da, G-H-E, double T-O
My name cold
Let me run it down the line
Hey, if you hear a mistake rewind
Who's the best? Who's the worst in this here rap game?
For those that claim to be the best (uh-huh)
I tear them out the frame
I'm representin', puttin' Queens on the map (word up)
Devil's Springs with some baggy jeans when I rap
Come up with a style that they call versatile
Don't treat me like no lame I've been in this game for a while
I've seen a lot-a come (come)
I've seen a lot-a go (go), I've seen a lot-a break
I've seen a lot-a blow, ayo
It's a trip to see a nigga slip (uh-huh, nigga)
Get a grip nigga, nigga get a grip, get a (you don't even)
You don't even know the half of my crew
To be talking what you're talking and to act like you do
Yo, set it, you fuckin' crossed my line and hit the border
LB fam start attacking, someone's attacking outa order
Put on your leather gloves, and hats and get your pits and bats (uh-huh)
And get the gats just in case we take it to the stacks
Shout out to the Jeeps
The Lex Coups, the Bimas and the Benz
To all of my ladies and my men
And all of my peoples in the pen' (my men)
Keep your head up
And to the hood (the hood)
East Coast, West Coast and worldwide
Ain't nothing wrong with puffin' on la
And if you're with me let me hear you say, "Right, ri-right"
Now, nowadays (yeah)
Niggas fronting like they ill (like they' ill)
Now bustin' caps ain't got a muthafucking thing to do with showing skill
Recognize, nigga, what you fronting for?
Oh, I know your style, you've never hit a blunt before
Or you're just another in the race (man, you betta stop)
Fakin' gats, takin' up space
To me you're nothing but a needle in a hay stack
Listen, kid, I've been doing this here from way back
In the day (uh-huh), Ace Deuce Tre (uh-huh), at the best
Up to Zimbabwe, hey, who's the best?
I want the best to come test me (why?)
So I can release some stress from my chest, G (ha)
Is you down (for what?) To go pound for pound
Toe to toe, blow for blow, round for round
I'm wonderin' 'cause I bring the thunder and the rain
Causing confusion to your brain
To the Jeeps (huh)
It's the Lex Coups, the Bimas and the Benz
To all my ladies and my men
And all of my peoples in the pen'
Keep your head up
And to the hood (the hood)
East Coast, West Coast and worldwide
Ain't nothing wrong with puffin' on la
And if you're with me let me hear you say, "Right, ri-right"
Keepin' shit live for the year '95
I got more niggas in my tribe
Than there'd bees in the beehive
LB fam (huh), every day stay high
Mr. Cheeks (yeah), every day I
Concentrate to get my shit straight, make us wait
Before it's too fuckin' late
The Lost Boyz, yeah, that's who I be's with
That's who I runs with
And who I smoke tress wit
Pack your bags, head outta town
I'll be back around so be gone before sundown
From Jamaica comes a nigga named Cheeks
With techniques for the streets
Over roughneck beats
There's rumors going around about the Cheeks can't remember
I'm the motherfucker choppin' crews like a chainsaw
Talk what you wanna (you wanna), do what you gotta (gotta)
Well, let me tell you something, man, you can't do me nadda
To the Jeeps
The Lex Coups, the Bimas and the Benz
To all my ladies and my men
And all my peoples in the pen'
Yo, keep your head up
And to the hood (the hood)
East Coast, West Coast and worldwide
Ain't nothing wrong with puffin' on la
And if you're with me let me hear you say, "Right, ri-right"
Shout out to the Jeeps (kid, the Jeeps)
The Lex Coups, the Bimas and the Benz (the Benz)
To all of my ladies and my men (my mens)
And all of my peoples in the pen' (huh, ayo)
Keep your head up
And to the hood (the hood)
East Coast, West Coast and worldwide
Ain't nothing wrong with puffin' on la
And if you're with me let me hear you say, "Right, ri-right"
So if you listen to my album
You see that we don't deal with nothin'
But the real deal street life
The Lex Coups, the Bimas and the Benz (the Benz)
To all of my ladies and my men (my mens)
And all of my peoples in the pen' (the pen')
Keep your head up
And to the hood (the hood)
East Coast, West Coast and worldwide (worldwide)
Ain't nothing wrong with puffin' on la (on la)
And if you're with me let me hear you say, "Right, ri-right"
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