Paul Wall Lyrics
Paul Wall Lyrics
"Drive Slow Lyrics"
A Bruise Upon The Silent Moon Lyrics
Instrumental
Instrumental
[Chorus:]
Drive slow homey
Drive slow homey
Ya never know homey might meet some hoes homey
Ya need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey
[Kanye:]
My homey Mali used to stay one 29th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street form Calumet a school full of stones
He nicknamed me K-Rock so they'd leave me alone
Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off
Walk around the mall with his radio face off
Plus he had the spinner from his Dayton's in his hand
Keys in his hand reason again to let you know he's the man
Back when we rocked Alesis he had dreams of Caprice's
Drove by the teachers even more by police's
How he get that cash today his father passed away
Left him with a little somthin 16 he was stuntin
Al B Sure nigga with the hair all wavy
Hit lakeshore girls go all crazy
Hit the freeway go at least bout 80
Boned so much that summer even had him a baby
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All ApologetiX Lyrics
Weird Al should agree; It's all a parody. Someone else could've made every song we played. What if you don't like lines the band rewrites? What else do you need ... Our apologies? But if our songs get someone to see the Son, Is it wrong? Is it wrong? Really? Really? Writing music that's new is easier to do. But that's not the goal; Let me save some souls. I change all the names. I can see no shame. Then someone to me will turn (and say)
back then then if you had a car Weird Al should agree; It's all a parody. Someone else could've made every song we played. What if you don't like lines the band rewrites? What else do you need ... Our apologies? But if our songs get someone to see the Son, Is it wrong? Is it wrong? Really? Really? Writing music that's new is easier to do. But that's not the goal; Let me save some souls. I change all the names. I can see no shame. Then someone to me will turn (and say)
You were the Chi town version of Baby
And I was just a virgin a baby
One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy
I used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked
Felt like I was almost signed when the shit got cracked
We'll take a Saturday and just circle the mall
They had the Lincoln's and Aurora's we were hurting them all
And there was a lot of flirting involved
But dawg fuck all that flirting I'm trying to get in some draws
So put me on with these hoes homey's
He said don't rush to get grown drive slow homey
Drive slow homie
Drive slow...
Ya never know homey about these hoes homey
Ya need to pump your breaks and drive slow homey
[Paul Wall:]
What It do
I'm posted up in the parking lot my trunk wavin'
The candy gloss is immaculate and is simply amazing
Them elbows poking wide on that Candy-lac
Trunnk open screens on neons lit with --
I'm on a
The Door-to-Door Inspector Lyrics
The door-to-door inspector, his knuckles bare and white, is rapping on your window 'cause he knows you're hiding here tonight He's travelled from the city to your country slum under rain and black clouds and the burnt-out silver sun He'll drop you where you stand Lift the roof with his bare hands and hand you down his just demands as you huddle in your tiny corner The door-to-door inspector now sits to eat his lunch He scowls at last week's pap
mission for dime piece's and sexy ladies The door-to-door inspector, his knuckles bare and white, is rapping on your window 'cause he knows you're hiding here tonight He's travelled from the city to your country slum under rain and black clouds and the burnt-out silver sun He'll drop you where you stand Lift the roof with his bare hands and hand you down his just demands as you huddle in your tiny corner The door-to-door inspector now sits to eat his lunch He scowls at last week's pap
Allow me to introduce you to my CL Mercedes
It's a star-studded event when I valet park
Open up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the dark
You see them 4's crawlin, you see them screens fallin
The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin
I'm leanin on a switch sittin crooked in my slab
But I could still catch boopas if I drove a cab
A young Houston hard hitter all about the scrilla
Riding some candy coated crawlin like a caterlippar
I'm tippin on those 4's I'm jamming off this screw
I'm lookin for them hoes baby what it do?
[Chorus:]
Drive slow homey
Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes
Drive slow homey
If you ridin around the city with nowhere to go
Drive slow homey
Live today cuz tomorrow you never know
Ya never know homey might meet some hoes homey
Ya need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey
[Kanye:]
My cars like the
Heatwave Lyrics
1, 2, 3, 4! Try my identity - you wanna kill yourself - you gonna see! I captured you in your TV - Your beauty is your worst enemy! Don't even try to be! Avoid the shit and give the key Never listen to what you say! Never gonna die for Germany! I'm like a heatwave burning through your heart... I look in the mirror and what do I see? It will all end in anarchy! I feel the wankers speeding up the truth And the pussies eating up the fools Stop tellin
movies my cars like the crib 1, 2, 3, 4! Try my identity - you wanna kill yourself - you gonna see! I captured you in your TV - Your beauty is your worst enemy! Don't even try to be! Avoid the shit and give the key Never listen to what you say! Never gonna die for Germany! I'm like a heatwave burning through your heart... I look in the mirror and what do I see? It will all end in anarchy! I feel the wankers speeding up the truth And the pussies eating up the fools Stop tellin
I got more TV's in here then where I live
[GLC:]
And it don't make no sense but bay I'm the shit
And everything I flip you know is something serious
I got the custom grill I got the Brabus rims
I got the baller genetics baby that's evident
You see a player flicking and you ain't convinced
That you should go and kiss it just a little bit
I wear my custom kicks I got my Jesus chain
My canaries is gleaming though my angle wings
They see me hoes acting like they seen a king
With that mean lean smoking on the finest Cali green
My wood grain oak I'm riding on vogues
My cylinder quiet like tip toes
I sold O's and this I know
When you see them hoes little homey drive slow
Chopped and Screwed
Yeah..
Drive slow homey
Drive slow homey
Ya never know homey might meet some hoes homey
Ya need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey
Drive slow homey