Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fast and Furious, artist - Wu-Tang Clan. Date of issue: 12.10.2017
Song language: English
Fast and Furious |
| Pass the fuckin' weed, nigga |
| Man my fuckin' phone is goin' crazy right now, man |
| Once this nigga hit me up and bring me this blunt |
| Shit, man |
| Ahh this bitch |
| Ayo, ayo |
| It’s like six in the morning |
| Me and Miller just finished our pack |
| Couple fiends on the avenue, they lookin' for crack |
| Grab the Nextel like yo L, police on the jack |
| I’m in that wide-body six and I’m sippin' on yak |
| Blunt of the apple haze got me chilling on lean, back high |
| Mean like, drive by pumpin' that lean back |
| Peace out, ridin' the whip |
| Look at how I’m ridin' my six |
| Four fifth tucked right on his hip |
| Some dumb drunk, this nigga has stick |
| Was parked right on the block |
| Watchin' us but I ain’t peep him and shit |
| Anyway, back to the story, you steamin' and shit |
| Pass the piff, we got fiends waitin', fiendin' and shit |
| Connect got me waitin', fuck, so I’m heated and shit |
| On the phone cursin' at shorty, «I'm leavin' you, bitch» |
| Too much goin' on at one time, I’m dumb high |
| Seen a group of tryna run by |
| This man in a whip, threw the clip and my gun dry |
| Please cock back, but he spin around one time |
| his man comin' by |
| We’re like two more trucks and they creep from behind |
| Threw it in drive, now Hue ride sick when he high |
| Pull up they want us to die |
| Loose cannons do damage, well I’m dumpin' this 9 |
| Whole clique in the back and we ready to ride |
| I said I’m fast and I’m furious, headed on the I-95 |
| Ready to ride when I’m blastin', I’m killin' shit |
| Fast and I’m furious, y’all want it with me? |
| Take a shot, here’s a hundred and three |
| Shit I’m fast and I’m furious, headed on the I-95 |
| Ready to ride when I’m blastin', I’m killin' shit |
| Fast and I’m furious, y’all want it with me? |
| Take a shot, here’s a hundred and three |
| Hey, yo |
| Got the call from the connect from down bottom |
| They said they got the squares |
| And they all for a good price and they solid |
| Reply 10−4, hung up the horn, got dressed |
| Waves, rest the best, yes, threw the Franck Muller on |
| Sophisticated, nothin' flashy, solid king, move like a boss |
| But the calm flowin' into somethin' nasty |
| Puffin' on the finest cheeba, green as a rainforest |
| Doin' a buck on I-95, screamin', «I live for this,» |
| They just seen us comin', blew a flat |
| Pulled over to the shoulder |
| Pop the trunk to see if it’s a spare in the back |
| A van pulled up, with Florida tags |
| Three men jumped out with guns drawn and they all wore masks |
| Snatched me up and handcuffed me |
| Hit me with the butt of the gun |
| I’m thinkin' to myself, «The war just begun» |
| Thirty minutes in the ride, the mask came off |
| The chickens dropped, the two in the back had Russian accents |
| Askin' who my connect is, where he rest shit |
| You better off squeezin' that tool bitch |
| He said, «Nah, you’re worth more to us alive than dead.» |
| He’s flashed his badge and started laughin' |
| «Cocksucker, we the feds» |
| I said I’m fast and I’m furious, headed on the I-95 |
| Ready to ride when I’m blastin', I’m killin' shit |
| Fast and I’m furious, y’all want it with me? |
| Take a shot, here’s a hundred and three |
| Shit I’m fast and I’m furious, headed on the I-95 |
| Ready to ride when I’m blastin', I’m killin' shit |
| Fast and I’m furious, y’all want it with me? |
| Take a shot, here’s a hundred and three |