Fast Times lyrics

Yeah, JETS n*gga

[Mumbling] " these fast times at Ridgemont Fly " X3
YEAH,yeah, YEAH, Jets n*gga Where haven't we been

n*ggas thought that I would of fell off by now, but i didn't
I never run out of lyrics, I never run out of b*tches
I never lost a race after I bought my crate engine,
Never forget a face, but names I don't remember sometime
Unless the pus*y was bomb, I gotta fly Asian model
She look like Mulan, she tattooed a airplane on her forearm
To show her dedication, you f*ckin with the planes Ma
Can't f*ck with them lames now, them n*ggas small change now
Ain't it different over here, ain't my diamonds way more clear
Them losers wifing prostitutes like Richard Gear in Pretty Woman
I just keep it movin in my retro number 3s, you remember the royal blue ones
I show you how to do it, rock quality selvedge, none of my sneakers got blue streaks on em'
Bumpin Notorious Big - Warning , hold on I hear somebody comin'

_MR. MARCELO_

I am that man from the interstates, doin' one seven eight
Bathing Apes to the pedal, I am on another level
Black on black insides hell yeah I'm in the dark
Four four bulldog full I will let it bark
Light tints, no incense, just weed smoke
Feelin like I'm ridin on water in the speed boat
Top back, gun c*cked, just incase a hater run up on me
Bet this zombie gonna stop him like a stopwatch
I roll through every hood hell yeah I'm good
If not, i will make it jump like hopscotch
No doubt n*ggas, know b*tches, know 'Celo
The definition of a n*gga raised by the ghetto
n*ggas say I been around, I say I'm a be around
Good smoke keep high, you will never see me down