RZA, Ghostface Killah - Fast Cars lyrics
[RZA, Ghostface Killah - Fast Cars lyrics]
True mizza-Mast' on the triz nack
Bob Digi back for a snack
Kinetic 9 in the biz nack
Raekwon got the triz nap
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
Gats burst off, thugs take their shirts off
Five niggas drop off
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, ya'll 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
Ya'll 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 try'n to answer
Bobby Digital, Zodiac sign: Cancer
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
Yo yo yo 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
Best bet's to finish me
Cuz if not, if I get the chance
I'mma doo doo your shit all over your hood
The clips go buckin' me 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, tell his grams
"yo I seen the light"
The red car it just pulled off like
Un Hall was drivin' the joint
Faster than ya had ya 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 mothafuckin' made noise
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
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
Bob Digi back for a snack
Kinetic 9 in the biz nack
Raekwon got the triz nap
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
Gats burst off, thugs take their shirts off
Five niggas drop off
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, ya'll 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
Ya'll 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 try'n to answer
Bobby Digital, Zodiac sign: Cancer
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
Yo yo yo 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
Best bet's to finish me
Cuz if not, if I get the chance
I'mma doo doo your shit all over your hood
The clips go buckin' me 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, tell his grams
"yo I seen the light"
The red car it just pulled off like
Un Hall was drivin' the joint
Faster than ya had ya 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 mothafuckin' made noise
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
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