"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.
AttenCHUN!
Remix, remix, remix, remix
Remix, mix, mix, mix
Remix
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech nine that's off in the trunk
I told that motherfucker, I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Northside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
Who am I? Bone Crusher, motherfucker
AttenCHUN! Where my soldiers motherfucker?
I guess the fight is on, me and you nigga
And you, wha? And you, wha? And you, wha? Nigga
I ain't scared of you bitches, I'll put yo' brain in stitches
This remix for real niggaz who get money to trenches
Check my resume nigga, I got that one hitta quitta
And yo' boys ready to flee like, why'd you fuck with that nigga?
I tell her front, back, side to side
Never let a punk ass nigga slide, dawg
You get beat dead, that means you dead meat
I been on Wall Street, Beach Street, Gregg Street
That's Dallas, Atlanta, I style with them hammers
I wild witcho nanna, doggystyle on a hamper
You'll get ripped apart, that's it with darts, you kids ain't smart
Pop, pop, pop, I lit the dark, from the wizard door, come get some heart
That's courage and brain, 'caine on several strips
Not from Houston, but shit, call me 'Little Flip'
'cause I flip a little, fa shizzle, you flippin' nickels
When I flip coke and flip boats, come live a little
And you best be knowin', pussy still is the best thang goin'
Any extra dough, come invest in hoe'in
But I clap that boy, kidnap and wrap that boy
Clap, we ready, I'ma mastered boy like Pastor Troy
But I'm stoned sucka, with my nigga Bone Crusher
Baby, we like to bone, all our chicks are bone crushers
We got guns in coupes, in case our sun'll roof
No basketball, when we talkin', run and shoot
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech nine that's off in the trunk
I told that motherfucker, I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Northside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
Aiyyo, the forty cal' is full and I'm waitin'
No matter which county I'm in DeKalb, Cobb, Fulton, or Clayton
Muah baby, you know who it is, the kiss of death
If the world was sucka free, it just be me and my niggaz left
I ain't neva scared, I got big hammers everywhere
In places where you need yo passport at, I'm heavy there
It's time we get even here, when I put the game back
In it's proper perspective, this time leave it there
You can think whachu want, 'til I blow the back of yo' brains out
And see if you could think with yo' front
Like a new single, make sure you leak for a month
Treat yo' face like a buffet, and tell my niggaz, eat whachu want
You'ono nuthin' about puttin' a couple hundred thousand on the table
And tell yo niggaz, keep whachu want
It's usually hate or somethin' stupid that a nigga die for
So whachu think we outside for?
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech nine that's off in the trunk
I told that motherfucker, I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Northside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
Now all my soldiers, thugs, niggaz, I know you want it
Don't stop, get it, get it, bitches betta get up on it
Sit up on it shawty, get up on it
See when I spit up on it, shit up all over niggaz like a Harley pick up
When I throw a get up on it
Big up, all of my niggaz that ain't scared of the hustle
Throw anotha mill up on it
I'ma cop a lotta land and I'ma cop a mountain and throw a lil' crib up on it
Yes, I'll eat yo' food and you know I'm gonna chow down
Mothafucka, all yo niggaz betta bow down
Mothafucka, 'fore I have to come and pow wow
Oh, fucka, I ain't playin' witcha
So I let my niggaz touch ya, it's a must and we gotta rush ya
Shatter bones in yo' body, when I bust, I holla Bone Crusher
Let me spell it out for you homie, I hope you came prepared
'cause I don't care if you live or phony, 'cause we ain't neva scared
Flipmode and the Dirty South niggaz know whussup
'cause we got you open dude
Fuck that, make a lil' sucka nigga, fallin' back
Layin' stiffer than frozen food
Two stop me means you have to shoot me
Get cake and a bag of groupies
Oh, watch niggaz acknowledge the general and all salute me
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech nine that's off in the trunk
I told that motherfucker, I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Northside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
Remix, remix, remix, remix
Remix, mix, mix, mix
Remix
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech nine that's off in the trunk
I told that motherfucker, I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Northside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
Who am I? Bone Crusher, motherfucker
AttenCHUN! Where my soldiers motherfucker?
I guess the fight is on, me and you nigga
And you, wha? And you, wha? And you, wha? Nigga
I ain't scared of you bitches, I'll put yo' brain in stitches
This remix for real niggaz who get money to trenches
Check my resume nigga, I got that one hitta quitta
And yo' boys ready to flee like, why'd you fuck with that nigga?
I tell her front, back, side to side
Never let a punk ass nigga slide, dawg
You get beat dead, that means you dead meat
I been on Wall Street, Beach Street, Gregg Street
That's Dallas, Atlanta, I style with them hammers
I wild witcho nanna, doggystyle on a hamper
You'll get ripped apart, that's it with darts, you kids ain't smart
Pop, pop, pop, I lit the dark, from the wizard door, come get some heart
That's courage and brain, 'caine on several strips
Not from Houston, but shit, call me 'Little Flip'
'cause I flip a little, fa shizzle, you flippin' nickels
When I flip coke and flip boats, come live a little
And you best be knowin', pussy still is the best thang goin'
Any extra dough, come invest in hoe'in
But I clap that boy, kidnap and wrap that boy
Clap, we ready, I'ma mastered boy like Pastor Troy
But I'm stoned sucka, with my nigga Bone Crusher
Baby, we like to bone, all our chicks are bone crushers
We got guns in coupes, in case our sun'll roof
No basketball, when we talkin', run and shoot
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech nine that's off in the trunk
I told that motherfucker, I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Northside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
Aiyyo, the forty cal' is full and I'm waitin'
No matter which county I'm in DeKalb, Cobb, Fulton, or Clayton
Muah baby, you know who it is, the kiss of death
If the world was sucka free, it just be me and my niggaz left
I ain't neva scared, I got big hammers everywhere
In places where you need yo passport at, I'm heavy there
It's time we get even here, when I put the game back
In it's proper perspective, this time leave it there
You can think whachu want, 'til I blow the back of yo' brains out
And see if you could think with yo' front
Like a new single, make sure you leak for a month
Treat yo' face like a buffet, and tell my niggaz, eat whachu want
You'ono nuthin' about puttin' a couple hundred thousand on the table
And tell yo niggaz, keep whachu want
It's usually hate or somethin' stupid that a nigga die for
So whachu think we outside for?
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech nine that's off in the trunk
I told that motherfucker, I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Northside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
Now all my soldiers, thugs, niggaz, I know you want it
Don't stop, get it, get it, bitches betta get up on it
Sit up on it shawty, get up on it
See when I spit up on it, shit up all over niggaz like a Harley pick up
When I throw a get up on it
Big up, all of my niggaz that ain't scared of the hustle
Throw anotha mill up on it
I'ma cop a lotta land and I'ma cop a mountain and throw a lil' crib up on it
Yes, I'll eat yo' food and you know I'm gonna chow down
Mothafucka, all yo niggaz betta bow down
Mothafucka, 'fore I have to come and pow wow
Oh, fucka, I ain't playin' witcha
So I let my niggaz touch ya, it's a must and we gotta rush ya
Shatter bones in yo' body, when I bust, I holla Bone Crusher
Let me spell it out for you homie, I hope you came prepared
'cause I don't care if you live or phony, 'cause we ain't neva scared
Flipmode and the Dirty South niggaz know whussup
'cause we got you open dude
Fuck that, make a lil' sucka nigga, fallin' back
Layin' stiffer than frozen food
Two stop me means you have to shoot me
Get cake and a bag of groupies
Oh, watch niggaz acknowledge the general and all salute me
So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk
So I go to my loaded tech nine that's off in the trunk
I told that motherfucker, I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Northside)
I ain't never scared
(Southside)
I ain't never scared
(Eastside)
I ain't never scared
(Westside)
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Never Scared (Intro) Lyrics as written by Avery L. Johnson Wayne Jr. Hardnett
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, AVERY L JOHNSON DBA STONEWATER MUSIC PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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