To the tune of Ice Ice baby
Yo, VTEC, lets kick it,
Rice Rice Baby, Rice Rice Baby...
Alright stop - collaborate and listen,
Rice is back with a real' bad invention.
Chopped springs, they hug tha road badly,
6 inch tip flows really loud nightly.
Will it ever stop, yo, I don't know,
Hit da neon lights, and I'll glow.
To tha extreme my car looks like a candle,
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 dope 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 the front drive revolves it,
Rice Rice Baby, Rice Rice Baby... full sik! Rice Rice
Baby...
Now that my suspension is jumpin',
my bumper hits tha ground, but who cares I'm a thumpin.
Slow Point-to-Point but I'm not fakin',
cookin' mopeds like a pound of bacon.
Burning 'em, cause I'm quick and nimble,
you can't fade me and my VTEC symbol.
In your souped up E-clipse or G-T-O...
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, Mugen
Avenue!
Tha girls looked hot wearing less than bikinis,
I saw a few chumps drivin' stock Lamborghini's.
Jealous, cause I'm out drivin' mine,
Don't need ta race 'cause glory's ALREADY mine.
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... Full Sik! Rice Rice
Baby...
Take heed, 'cause I'm a Honda poet,
Kakimoto'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.
3 foot spoiler, it's a helluva concept,
my ride is hype, and you wanna step WITH THIS.
In my rearview you'll fade,
sliced by a Ninja,
cut by a Fireblade.
So fast, all tha Rexies say "DAMN!",
if rice was a drug I'd sell it by tha gram.
Keep my composure when the fronts break loose,
magnetized by the kickin' 40 horse juice.
If there was a problem, yo I'll solve it,
check out my rims while tha front drive revolves it,
Rice Rice Baby, Rice Rice Baby...
Yo, we outta here...
