Paul Wall, Termanology - Recognize My Car lyrics

Oh, we gotta slow it down

I like to drive real slowly
Riding clean, everybody wanna be my homie
Pop trunk show me, boppers wanna blow me
They recognize my car even if
They don't know me
They recognize my car even if
They don't know me
Pop trunk show me, boppers wanna blow me
Riding clean, everybody wanna be my homie
That's why I like to drive real slowly

Well it's the slow flow professional
The greatеst of all
Adverb superb on point like Chris Paul
It's thе original Wall
Poking out while I crawl
Trunk popped up tall as the fifth wheel fall
From H Town to Bean Town all
The way to New York
Broke 'em off, left 'em broke
Slab god I'm the GOAT i don't mean to gloat
The paint so cleaner than soap
Exterior wineberry with the inside
Oh yeah, the Cadillac flow is quite crucial
Leather seats butter cream
Softer than a poodle
When I'm clean I tend to drive
A little slower than usual
If you take a picture
I got first right refusal
I'm the so basically that mean
I'm the big shit
My competition nothing but pig shit
I whip out competitors quicker than Bisquick
Fine mamacita with me and she a misfit

That's why I like to drive real slowly
Riding clean, everybody wanna be my homie
Pop trunk show me, boppers wanna blow me
They recognize my car even if
They don't know me
They recognize my car even if
They don't know me
Pop trunk show me, boppers wanna blow me
Riding clean, everybody wanna be my homie
That's why I like to drive real slowly

Ayo my neck is freeze
Make a lot of dough and the extra cheese
Gotta make the bars match the beat
When you mess with Pete
No sapphires in my stones
Just fire in my stones
Even my tires Firestone
Monday I'm the Mercury, LA weather
Tuesday suede leather, Bobby Boucher sweater
Wednesday we at the wash and
They hittin' the wheels
Thursday we in the 'Lac and
She clackin' the heels
Friday kick back, move a package and chill
Money green laid back in the hill
Saturday makin' change
Do my thing in the hearse
Sunday pick up my kids and
I swing 'em to church
You know it's real when Pete Rock
Reaching out for a verse
You gotta murder it worse
Then you further rehearse
I got the fifteens bumpin' in
The trunk of my Benzo
Watch 'em when they try and
Act cool but pretend though
Cruising like we at the beach
Coolin' in my Jaguar seats
Actually everything I'm doing
Is a masterpiece
Fresh from Italy, Carrera GT
And my man Wais P in the Porsche next to me
(Come on) feel the breeze from the sea
When the top down
Couple G's off the beats, time to shop now
V's wanna plot now when
They see my bloaw-bling
I'm gettin' love in Houston like Yao Ming
That's why

I like to drive real slowly
Riding clean, everybody wanna be my homie
Pop trunk show me, boppers wanna blow me
They recognize my car even if
They don't know me
They recognize my car even if
They don't know me
Pop trunk show me, boppers wanna blow me
Riding clean, everybody wanna be my homie
That's why I like to drive real slowly