- Votes:
- Composers:
- Dennis D Coles
- Robert F Diggs
- Derrick Harris
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- hiphop
- rap
- wu tang
- wu tang clan
 
- See also:
RZA - 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 niggaz 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 and P
 On the paper chase, like blood, my thoughts circulate
 No caffeine, but the submachine gun will perculate
 Rikki Tikki Tavi, y'all niggaz 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, niggaz 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 niggaz know me
 Wrap niggaz 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
 RZA - Fast Cars - http://motolyrics.com/rza/fast-cars-lyrics.html
 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, 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'm do you
 Your shit all off the hood, the clips go buckin' me good
 The shells get stuck in the wood, Starks is a veteran
 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 Bastard
 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













