Yo Godzilla, kick it over again boyeee
Yo, VTEC, lets kick it,
Rice Rice Baby,
Rice Rice Baby...
Alright stop
Collaborate and listen
Rice is back with a brand new invention
Chopped springs,
Make me hug the road tightly
Coffee can exhaust tip, flowin loud nightly
Will it ever stop, yo, I don't know
Flip on my neon, and I glow
To the extreme my car looks like a candle
And the paint job looks like it was done by a vandal
Dance, I got a speaker that booms
This ain't a car, it's a rolling sound room
Deadly, listen to the melody
If it was louder, bet it'd be a felony
Love it or leave it, no gain that way
Type-R stickers say "I'll lose ya anyday"
If there was a problem, yo I'd solve it
Check out my rims while my front drive revolves it
Rice Rice Baby
Rice Rice Baby
Rice Rice Baby
Rice Rice Baby
Now my suspension is jumpin
My bumper drags the ground, but who cares I'm thumpin'
Quick to the point, to the point no fakin'
Cookin mopeds like a pound of bacon
Burnin 'em, cause I'm quick and nimble
Can't fase me, and my VTEC symbol
Line em up, my rides on the bottle
So I can run with the V8 throttle
Rollin' in my 2 point 0
It runs low 18's yo, that ain't slow
The girlies on stand by, won't even say "Hi"
Did ya stop?
No, I just flew by
Kept on, pursuing to the next block
I bust a left, and I'm headin to the next stop
The block was dead, yo, so I continued to A-1-A, Barrett Parkway
Girls looked hot wearing less than bikinis
Saw a few chumps drivin' stock Lamborghinis
Jealous, cause I'm out drivin' mine
Ready to race 'cuz my Nittos lookin fine
My exhaust buzzes, like a swarm of bees
Thats ok, sounds like performance to me
Burnouts ranged out like a bell
I looked to the side--
All I heard was tires
Burning on the concrete real fast
Hit the nitrous, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper that's the way I race
I'm trying to get around this smokin hatchback
Police on the scene
You know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the Mustangs
If there was a problem yo I'd solve it
Check out my rims while the front drive revolves it
Rice Rice Baby
Rice Rice Baby
Rice Rice Baby
Rice Rice Baby
Take heed, cause I'm a Honda poet
Akimoto's on the scene just in case you didn't know it
My exhaust tip, that created all that bass sound
Rumbles enough to put holes in the ground
My ride's style is lookin so reeeeeeeeeeeeeal
With an exhaust note that ya can feeeeeeeeeeeel
A 4 foot spoiler, it's a hell of a concept
My ride is hype, and you wanna step With This.
In my rearview mirror you'll faaaaade
Slice like a Ginsu sounds like a Kitchen-Aid
So fast, that all V8's say "DAMN!",
"If rice was a drug, I'd sell it by the gram"
Keep my composure when the front tire breaks loose
Magnetized by the kick of the 30 horse juice
If there was a problem, yo I'd solve it
Check out my rims while the front drive revolves it
Rice Rice Baby
Rice Rice Baby
Rice Rice Baby
Rice Rice Baby
Yo man, let's get a beer
Werd to your G-Tech
Rice Rice Baby, too low, too low
Rice Rice Baby, too low, too low