This is some song thing a co-worker sent me read a little but thought I would post it anyhow:
Rice Rice Baby
Yo Uncle Ben.....Let's Kick it
Rice Rice Baby, Rice Rice Baby
Red light stop, Rev the fart tip and listen
Rice is here, V8's Know they're missin
vTEC grabs a hold of me tightly
cruisin' down Broadway daily and nightly
Will I ever lose?
Yo - I don't know
Light turns green, and I go
To the extreme I pop the clutch like a grandma
Light up the tires, and wax a chump in a Honda
NOS...
Then the motor goes boom
Blew off the head, and now I'm doomed
Deadly
Dad'll kill me, I'm gonna die
That's OK, he'll buy me an SI
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 dad will solve it
Check out my wheels while my front drive revolves it
Chorus (4x)
Now that the air ride is jumpin'
My bumper hits the ground and the speakers are thumpin'
Close off the streets and do some racin'
With just cold air intake, you just can't face 'em
I'm in the first race, its just a straight strip
I got no cash, Put up my pink slip
I lost my ride to a souped up tempo
My civic's gone, now I'm walkin' solo
Time...to get a 2 point O
Maybe this time, I won't be so slow
Hoochies on standby
Waiting for a cool guy
Did you stop?
No...I did a fly by
Kept on - pursuing to the next stop
That's Right - the taco bell parking lot
The lot had cops
Yo - so we continued to 215 central Avenue
Chicks think they're hot with barely any clothes on
Pop up the hoods and you see a lot of neon
Punch it - and hear a blow off valve
Boost has a gauge, says its up to twelve
Revin' - for the ladies on the wall
Car sounds ill, cause its got no balls
Cut springs, make it ride so low
Neon lights make the underbody glow
Now...Hotties show up in bikinis
All over me, cause of my stock steelies
Hub caps, shine as I drive down the street
My car runs off the San Francisco Treat
Domestics on the scene
You know what I mean?
We blow by 'em as our engines make a loud scream
If there was a problem dad will solve it
Check out my rims while my front drive revolves it
Chorus (4x)
Take Heed, cause I'm a Honda poet
Akimoto's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My exhaust tip created all the bass sound
Rumbles enough to put holes in the ground
4 foot spoilers, it's a helluva concept, my ride is
hype, and you wanna step WITH THIS
In my rearview you'll fade
Sharp as a ginsu knife, sounds like a Kitchen Aid
So fast all the V8's say damn
If rice were a drug, I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my cool when the front tires break loose
Powered by the kick of a 30 shot horse juice
If there was a problem, dad will 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 motha
Rice Rice Baby
Yo Uncle Ben.....Let's Kick it
Rice Rice Baby, Rice Rice Baby
Red light stop, Rev the fart tip and listen
Rice is here, V8's Know they're missin
vTEC grabs a hold of me tightly
cruisin' down Broadway daily and nightly
Will I ever lose?
Yo - I don't know
Light turns green, and I go
To the extreme I pop the clutch like a grandma
Light up the tires, and wax a chump in a Honda
NOS...
Then the motor goes boom
Blew off the head, and now I'm doomed
Deadly
Dad'll kill me, I'm gonna die
That's OK, he'll buy me an SI
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 dad will solve it
Check out my wheels while my front drive revolves it
Chorus (4x)
Now that the air ride is jumpin'
My bumper hits the ground and the speakers are thumpin'
Close off the streets and do some racin'
With just cold air intake, you just can't face 'em
I'm in the first race, its just a straight strip
I got no cash, Put up my pink slip
I lost my ride to a souped up tempo
My civic's gone, now I'm walkin' solo
Time...to get a 2 point O
Maybe this time, I won't be so slow
Hoochies on standby
Waiting for a cool guy
Did you stop?
No...I did a fly by
Kept on - pursuing to the next stop
That's Right - the taco bell parking lot
The lot had cops
Yo - so we continued to 215 central Avenue
Chicks think they're hot with barely any clothes on
Pop up the hoods and you see a lot of neon
Punch it - and hear a blow off valve
Boost has a gauge, says its up to twelve
Revin' - for the ladies on the wall
Car sounds ill, cause its got no balls
Cut springs, make it ride so low
Neon lights make the underbody glow
Now...Hotties show up in bikinis
All over me, cause of my stock steelies
Hub caps, shine as I drive down the street
My car runs off the San Francisco Treat
Domestics on the scene
You know what I mean?
We blow by 'em as our engines make a loud scream
If there was a problem dad will solve it
Check out my rims while my front drive revolves it
Chorus (4x)
Take Heed, cause I'm a Honda poet
Akimoto's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My exhaust tip created all the bass sound
Rumbles enough to put holes in the ground
4 foot spoilers, it's a helluva concept, my ride is
hype, and you wanna step WITH THIS
In my rearview you'll fade
Sharp as a ginsu knife, sounds like a Kitchen Aid
So fast all the V8's say damn
If rice were a drug, I'd sell it by the gram
Keep my cool when the front tires break loose
Powered by the kick of a 30 shot horse juice
If there was a problem, dad will 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 motha