This Television Commercial plays Drive Slow performed by Kanye West; features GLC and Paul Wall
"World's Slowest Rube Goldberg | Field Day Presents Bob Partington" Field Day Presents inventor Bob Partington to a new audience, you guys! Bob is an inventor, director and TV personality, you've probably seen some of his work in commercials but never knew it was him. So we wanted to spotlight his unique genius in one of his first big forays into YouTube. See as Bob brings together some classically slow moving things, like grass growing and a turtle crossing the finish line, to create the slowest Rube Goldberg machine ever. What starts as a simple mini golf putt takes a hilariously turn, and an insanely long time to get to the hole, set to the epic beats of Kayne West's "Drive Slow"! Field Day is a place to meet and see YouTube's most inspired filmmakers, dynamic entertainers, and exciting personalities. Each week, one of these inspired creators tries something new and creates their own unique, imaginative, dream video. Whether they're investigating far-off places, dancing with remote control cars, or stunt flying with Star Fox, you won't want to miss these creators #HaveAFieldDay * Putt golf ball * Down a track into a boat which floats on molasses * Onto a turtle * Onto a path where the ball is held back by melting popcicles * Onto a level that lets a series of ball out one hour at a time * Onto a tray of grass that slowly pushes the ball forward as it grows * Onto a ramp that send the ball to a golf green where that ball... misses the hole Hi, I'm Bob Partington, and this is the slowest Rube Goldberg - my Rube Slowberg. Fuck! (Lyrics) Drive slow, homie Drive slow, homie You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie My homie Marley used to stay at 79th and May One of my best friends from back in the day Down the street from Calumet, a school for the Stones He nicknamed me K-Rock so they would leave me alone Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off And walked around the mall with his radio face off Plus he had the spinner from his Daytons in his hand Keys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the man Back when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of Caprices Drove by the teachers, even more by polices How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away Left him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin' Al B. Sure nigga with the hair all wavy Hit Lake Shore, girls go all crazy Hit the freeway, go at least 'bout eighty Boned so much that summer, even had him a baby See back-back then-then, if you had a car You was 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 cranked We'd take a Saturday and just circle the mall They had they Lincolns and Auroras, we was hurtin 'em all With the girls a lot of flirtin' involved, but dog Fuck all that flirtin', I'm tryin' to get in some drawers So put me on with these hoes, homie He told me don't rush to get grown, drive slow, homie Drive slow, homie Drive slow, homie You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie Field Day presents Bob Partington Molasses 6 weeks, 3 days, 7 hrs, 2 min later