Fast Ones lyrics

[Sam King]
When the boat gets to sinking and the water starts rising
Don't be surprised when them rats start cannibalizing
Sharks swarm with a mouth full of chipped teeth
From mistaking the reef from being shallow, hollow and weak
I watch 'em wade in the wake of their own misplaced assumptions
This ain't the place for the faint of heart
It's cold and it loves nothing
Snare, kick, hi-hat
Boom bap, doom raps
Fast cash, class war
Click clack
Who that?
See me with a sword, better head for the door
Double-time, chop chop
Deep throat neck gash
Am I really gonna have to slow it down for all you dummies in the back?

[Refrain:]
Pulled a fast one
Our sleight of hand got it past them
They always absent 'til the cash come
Come f*ck around and catch a bad one
A bad one
Pulled a fast one
Our sleight of hand got it past them
They always absent 'til the cash come
Come f*ck around and catch a bad one
A bad one
[Ceschi]
Sometimes we gotta pull a fast one
I have seen many intelligent beings act dumb
Quick lick, up on the streets fools make a lot of excuses
Endless stories, call 'em slick rick
b*tch boys like to act tough 'til the moment erupts
You can punch drunkenly at me but I'll probably be dropping a Nazi
Click click, pop pop, twelve gonna put me in cuffs
It's okay, if I get locked up, i'ma be swimming in honey buns
Commissary paid, I don't need to break a leg, no I never had much luck
Only got a lot of love, thanks to my day ones, hip hop, and punk rock
Y'all so short-sighted trend-hoppers biting
Ain't nobody gonna get up in the way of my energy and they better be ready
For what the universe brings
Bitter pill, Fentanyl
I don't got enough fingers to count the friends it killed
Yes, I've kissed the floor before, linoleum
Girls have called me a fat wreck but now I win
We don't do this for the motherf*cking fame, that's so f*cking lame
Punk rap poseurs get the f*ck out of our way
We were born into this game, f*ck your Instagram
That brand new mohawk must have scrambled your brain

[The D.O.C.]
Ay, we used to say f*ck the coppers on ayahuasca
All I want is knockers and poppers to keep it poppin'
I've been living so off balance
That even drowning's a f*cking challenge
Violence every day
This ain't f*ckin' fantasy island
n*ggas wildin'
I was when it used to be attitudes
Now it's just a minstrel, black fists
It's black fools
Clowns in blackface
Night of the f*cking baseheads you f*ckin' laced
Your homie is part of the f*ckin' feds (ahhh)
But I saw light on that f*ckin' mic
That f*ckin' Fat Mike played some sh*t that I f*ckin' liked
Sketchy motherf*ckers from the night painted f*cking right
We gon' stick our f*ckin' fingers in the world's dykes
Trying to get these words out
Pushin' these f*ckin' kites
Cuz you gon' serve a third of your f*ckin' life
Tryin' to keep it hot boy
Got you another strike
f*ckin' with that pop boy
Eazy as Eric Wright
All I want is guns, food, and fun
Land, moon, and sun
Sovereign, watching my problems burn a trillion ones
On a bunch of bad b*tches
Who gag his ass snitchin'
But f*ck 'em cuz this sh*t ain't the same
That's how they livin'