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Drive Slow

Paul Wall

Houstons Most Unknown

2006

I'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies
Allow me to introduce you to my CL Mercedes
It's a star-studded event when I valet park
Open up my

Church (Church, Church, Church, Church, Church)
Yeah, okay

Eh, I be posted up in park, fumes comin' out my shit exhaust
Yellow lights just

Growing Up

Ed Bruce

This Old Hat

2002

Words & Music by
Ed Bruce and Phil O'Donnell


Second day of third grade, Three Oaks Elementary
She sat in the first row, I was all the way across

her box and I unpack
She's moving in
She's moving in

Her flask of tea, I write some notes
Park the van under shady oaks
She's moving in
She's moving in

of passage
Moms & Pops never married nigga, I’m a bastard!
-Uh-
House party out in Sherman Oaks
My Dominicans in Cali, they want all the smoke
White chick in

breaking through tonight
Well she just tipped over the mighty oak ripped it out of the ground no it weren’t no joke
Missed our house by just 2 feet it’s

to the park and niggas shooting up teams
Swish
Pull up with two homies, ran the court, big 3
Cuz we treat the playground like a streetball league
But if he in

to the park, a frisbee game in the parking lot
A silent night when all the town is sleeping
I walked past fountains in patches of streetlights
Gold colored

time blues
You and me together can do whatever we want to
Oh baby got the spring time blues

You and me are sitting under the old oak tree
Who could have

Breaking character like every rule in the bible
That’s just the good news
I’m also dabbling in dope and dripping this kush goo
You grew up in Crystal Park

And flying in the crows lingers but a moment 
In the graveyard oaks, yet inside me it never stops 
So I can't tell who is chasing, who chased
I can sleep into

nothing
Moms had to switch my schools like it would solve something
Royal Oak, wasn’t different it was absolutely worst
Where the teachers hate the color

Beneath the live oaks in the hills
Pour wine till my chalice spills
To the tune of blues guitars

Birmingham, I'm coming home
Those Texas hills are pretty

We're punk enough for
43rd
MytiBurger
Saxon Park
Candlelight
Scarborough
Waltrip

We're Punk Enough for Garden Oaks

We're punk enough for:
Northwest

Lush green parks and the big brown oaks
I used to think this dream was a joke
Cus my hope got burned when I got too close to the goal
Maybe I'm an old

Bought it from my dealer this my super coked out chain
Boys switching lanes steady gripping on that oak grain
Boys navigating and bought everything with

the hoods to the fullest
Mayfair to Boogie up in Brookstown 
Shout out my bro
Up out that Oak
Where that jungle at 
Where they be pushing and making dough
For

On a park bench
By the Finchley underground
I can hear you
In the sweet sad sounds of Japan
Over somebody's headphones
There's an oak tree
It's like

sun set mornin' skies ablaze
The oaks and the pines turn their palms up to the sun
The kind of beauty that hits down in the soul
And still we're hell

no joke
Insane in the brain, I ain't gotta be provoked
Raiding your spot, but I'm not from the Oak
Gave a wink and smile, then your girl had a stroke

Where the bread and butter at I stick with my lettuce
All I need is the meat throwing balls, Ash Ketchum
Wait a minute
From South Park where they killed

take a triple
When you smack it out the park
Good god
You a fine ass lady
Momma and her cub
So protective of her baby
Think you're fucking up because

On a park bench
By the Finchley Underground
I can hear you
In the sweet, sad sounds of Japan
Over somebody's headphones

There's an oak tree
Like

In fact
My nickname is true
My words
Been oak
Since birth
Read my name it's a clue
If you're chillin, getting cold
You're gassin
Matches coming through