There's a fire on the hillside
Churning up the sky
I said you better get da peeps up
Or everybody fries
I can't tell you, baby, which way to go
So I'm going ease the seat back and crank up the radio
Just take it real slo, take it real slo
I heard somebody crying
I heard somebody scream
Channel 5 up in dey copta
Televise the scene
I can't tell you, baby, which way to go
So I'm going roll me a fatty and hang out the window
Just take it real slo, take it real slo
Now don't mess with them po-po
Them boys aint here to play
Winding round Pacific highway
We make out getaway
I can't tell you, baby, which way to go
I'm a leaf blowing wherever the wind goes
Just take it real slo, take it real slo