Preacher wrote:
> Hey Dave.. know anyone who has the words to that "Rice, Rice Baby" song? ;-)
Right here:
-----Original Message-----
(Sung to the tune of "Ice Ice Baby")
Yo, VTEK, lets kick it,
Rice Rice Baby, Rice Rice Baby...
Alright stop - collaborate and listen, Rice is back with a brand new
invention.
Chopped springs, they hug tha road tightly, 6 inch exhaust tip flows really
loud nightly.
Will it ever stop, yo, I don't know, hit my neon lights and I'll glow.
To tha extreme my car looks like a candle, and tha paint job - it was done
by a vandal.
Dance, I got a speaker that booms, this aint a car, it's a mobile sound
room.
Deadly, listen to tha melody, if it was louder yo, it'd be a felony.
Love it or leave it you can't gain way, with my Type-R sticker I'll lose
you
any day.
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it, check out my rims while my front
drive revolves it,
Rice Rice Baby, Rice Rice Baby...
Now that my suspension is jumpin', my bumber hits tha ground, but who cares
I'm thumpin.
Quick to tha point, to tha point no fakin', cookin' mopeds like a pound of
bacon.
Burning 'em, cause I'm quick and nimble, you can't fade me and my VTEK
symbol.
In your souped up GN or 5.0... I'm on a roll, I always ride solo.
Rollin', in my 2 point 0, it runs low 18's, yo that really ain't slow.
Tha girlies on stand by, don't even want to say "Hi".
Did ya stop? No, I just flew by.
Kept on, pursuing to tha next block, I bust a left and I'm headin' to tha
next stop.
The block was dead, yo, so I continued to A-1-A, Deer Park Avenue.
Tha girls looked hot wearing less than bikinis, I saw a few chumps drivin'
stock Lamborghinis.
Jealous, cause I'm out drivin' mine, ready to race 'cuz my Nittos lookin'
fine.
If there was a problem, yo I'll solve it, check out my rims while my front
drive revolves it,
Rice Rice Baby, Rice Rice Baby...
Take heed, 'cause I'm a Honda poet, Akimoto's on tha scene just in case ya
didn't know it.
My exhaust tip, created all tha bass sound, rumbles enough to put holes in
tha ground.
'Cause my ride's style is so reeeeeeeeeeeeal, with an exhaust tone that ya
can feeeeeeeel.
4 foot spoiler, it's a helluva concept, my ride is hype, and you wanna step
WITH THIS.
In my rearview you'll fade, slice like a Ginsu - sounds like a Kitchen-Aid.
So fast, that all tha V8's say "damn", if rice was a drug I'd sell it by
tha
gram.
Keep my composure when the front tire breaks loose, magnetized by the kick
of 30 horse juice.
If there was a problem, yo I'll solve it, check out my rims while my front
drive revolves it,
Rice Rice Baby, Rice Rice Baby...
Yo, we outta here... E-Brake burnouts to your mother
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