Fast (Like A Nascar)

Fasst like a Nascar I'm fasst like a Nascar Ice like a superstar Up and down the boulevard I get gouda man You ain't fast like my 3-point shooter man 21s on 351 cougar man I get stupid dumb di-d-dumb Ice king baby and I have plenty fun I go 18 since I was 18 I got more chains than the nigga from the a-team Sideshows ghostride the whip Hey lil momma go on shake them hips Go on shake them hips, what it do Ride glasspacks 24's on the shoes Fasst like a Nascar Eeerr, sidewayz, this way that-a-way With a gallon of that muthafuckin tanqueray On my way to get the Cut dawg lifted Slap these marshall faulks on so I don't hit this bitch Yeah ho, all in the doe The money and the dimepiece rims are spinnin whaddi-hittin fo Winnin don't know how to lose She choose she tearin it off if she do Knockin but stock, holdup, I done fucked around and blew a fuse Circuit breakers, want my mule and 40 acres I break it, shake it to the curb That's my word, I'm just crumblin herb Fasst like a Nascar