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    RZA Fast Cars текст песни

    Fast Cars

    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

    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&P

    On the paper chase, like blood, my thoughts circulate

    No caffeine, but the submachine gun will perculate

    Rikki Tikki Tavi, ya’ll 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

    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’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 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

    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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