Fast Cars

RZA & Ghostface Killah & Erica Bryant - Rap
Fast Cars
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Duration: 3:03
Lyrics
[Intro: Bobby Digital] True mizza-Mast' on the triz-nack Bob Digi back for a snack Kinetic 9 in the biz-nack Raekwon got the triz-nap [Chorus: Bobby Digital & Erica Bryant] We be ridin' fast cars Weed all in the glass jar Chrome all on my crash bar Glocks all in my stash box We be ridin' fast cars Weed all in the glass jar Chrome all on my crash bar Glocks all in my stash box [Verse 1: Bobby Digital] Gats burst off, thugs take their shirts off Five niggas drop before I got the verse off Pop go the Glock, wipe the fuckin' smirf off Your face, my bitch pulled up in a lime green and turquoise SL5, five AMG While you shoppin' for a deal like it's A&P On the paper chase, like blood, my thoughts circulate No caffeine, but the submachine gun will percolate Rikki Tikki Tavi, y'all niggas Duck Daffy Get fucked like Daphne, stuck like the taxi Drivin' through the Hill at night to the weedspot I got two hands but I'm known to carry three Glocks B-O-B-B-Y, niggas see I Only rock the Wu-Wear jeans, not the Levi Used to break days smokin' coke and Digi 'Til I bulked up to the Incredible Hulk like Bill Bixby Face green, knuckles burst out like Wolverine Should I rip this bitch pussy or go pull a sting? Fatal guillotine carrier, boy, y'all niggas know me Wrap niggas in sheets, fold 'em like the roll singing Sick silky six syllable stanza Slap simple sadiddies swine sleazy Samantha She blowin' up my horn, bitch ain't tryna answer Bobby Digital, Zodiac sign: Cancer [Chorus: Bob Digital & Erica Bryant] We be ridin' fast cars Weed all in the glass jar Chrome all on my crash bar Glocks all in my stash box We be ridin' fast cars Weed all in the glass jar Chrome all on my crash bar Glocks all in my stash box [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Yo this is P. Tone, 5 minutes from the Park Hills, Staten Isle I do bad, only when the Mack good to stay balanced You shoot me? I shoot you, you're best bet's to finish me 'Cause if not, if I get the chance, I'ma doo-doo And shit all over your hood, the clips go buck in 'em good The shells get stuck in the wood, Starks is a veteren (uh-huh) Clarks, jewelry, bitches, jeans, darts is his medicine Y'all can't build me, your technique's Ecederin Look, I will take my time in the bushes, right Paid up people no mind like I'm crooked, right Shoot a nigga on down, do him somethin' right He on the floor tellin' Scram Jo, "I seen the light" The red car that's just pulled off like Earnhardt was drivin' the joint Pastor had the fifth smokin', lookin' moist I ain't know what to do so I told the boys I'm not a sucker look, y'all motherfuckin' made noise [Chorus: Bobby Digital & Erica Bryant] We be ridin' fast cars Weed all in the glass jar Chrome all on my crash bar Glocks all in my stash box We be ridin' fast cars Weed all in the glass jar Chrome all on my crash bar Glocks all in my stash box [Outro: Bobby Digital] Ice Water exclusive, Bob Digi Kinetic 9, Killa Beez Straight up, Raekwon the Chef Bizza-bizza-O Di-di-Dirty Bas-stard Gizza-gizza-ga-gizza-gizz-ga-Ghostface Killah, Killah, Killah The GZA, The Genius Mizza-mizza-mizza M-E-T-H-O-D Man Straight up, Masta Killa The Inspectah Deck, U-G-O-D The B-O-B-B-Y tck-tck-pssh
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Credits
- Writers
- RZA
- Ghostface Killah
- True Master