[Intro – Spoken] Yeah... Westside, baby. You know how we do. Got the windows down, got the system up... And we ain't moved in forty-five minutes. Ha! That's all right. We got nowhere to be. [Verse 1] Hit the boulevard at a quarter to two Fresh white tee and my brand-new shoes Tank on E but the ride look clean Got a whole lotta chrome and a gasoline dream Sun in my eyes, got the top rolled back Five miles an hour, that's a fast-ass track Everybody's creeping, everybody's late Somebody's eating lunch in the fast lane I got a left turn coming up in a mile Been watching that exit for a little while Blinker on, but I'm going nowhere Got a palm tree air freshener hanging in the air [Hook – Melodic Male Singer] Slow ride, take your time Ain't no need to cross that line Traffic's tight, but the mood is right We gon' ride this road all night Slow ride, cruising slow Nowhere to go, nowhere to go Turn it up, let the whole world know We got that lowdown, slow-mo flow [Verse 2] I-405 looking like a parking lot Everybody's mad, but I'm sweating not Got a Cadillac creeping on my left-hand side And a minivan riding like it's trying to hide Somebody cut me off, I let it slide Can't get too mad when you're barely alive Got a whole lot of time and a half-tank left And a dashboard clock that's a nervous wreck I seen a man get out and start directing traffic Like he's got a badge and a mathematics He waving both arms, trying to clear the way Man, you're making this worse, go back to your lane [Hook – Melodic Male Singer] Slow ride, take your time Ain't no need to cross that line Traffic's tight, but the mood is right We gon' ride this road all night Slow ride, cruising slow Nowhere to go, nowhere to go Turn it up, let the whole world know We got that lowdown, slow-mo flow [Verse 3] Now the sun went down and the lights came on Still in the same spot since the break of dawn Got a food truck parked on the shoulder nearby Bought a taco from a dude on a motorcycle ride Everybody's got a different destination But we're all in the same damn situation Got the radio bumping, got the bassline deep Got a whole lot of road and no place to sleep I ain't worried about the time no more I got a little bit of funk and an open door If the freeway's a club, then I'm VIP And the whole damn city is riding with me [Bridge – Singer / Rapper Call and Response] Where we going? (NOWHERE!) How we getting there? (SLOW!) What's the hurry? (NO WORRIES!) What's the speed? (REAL LOW!) Where we going? (NOWHERE!) How we getting there? (SLOW!) If you got a full tank, let the good times roll! [Instrumental Breakdown – G-Funk Synth Lead] [Whining analog synth lead over deep bass groove] [Talkbox melody answers the synth] [Scratches and vocal ad-libs] [Final Hook – Full Melodic Vocals] Slow ride, take your time Ain't no need to cross that line Traffic's tight, but the mood is right We gon' ride this road all night Slow ride, cruising slow Nowhere to go, nowhere to go Turn it up, let the whole world know We got that lowdown, slow-mo flow [Outro – Spoken / Ad-libs] Yeah, that's right. We still here. Same exit. Same damn car. Hey, somebody order a pizza? We might be here a minute. Slow ride, baby. Slow ride.
