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Drive Slow
Kanye West; Paul Wall; GLC
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Boom, b-boom, b-boom-boom
Drive slow, homie
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Drive slow, homie
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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, 79th and May
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones
He nicknamed me K-Rock, so they'd leave me alone
Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off
And walked around the mall wit' 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 he get the cash the day his father passed away?
Left him wit' 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 80
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 the Lincolns and Auroras, we was hurtin' 'em all
Wit' the girls, a lotta flirtin' involved, but dawg
Fuck all that flirtin', I'm tryna 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)
You never know, homie, about these hoes, homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie
What it do?
I'm posted up in the parkin' lot, my trunk wavin'
The candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazin'
Them elbows pokin' wide on that candy 'Lac
Trunk open, screens on, neon's lit with fifth relaxed
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 mouth, and sunlight illuminates the dark
You see them fo's crawlin'? You see them screens fallin'?
The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin'
I'm leanin' on the switch, sittin' crooked in my slab
But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab
A young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla
Ridin' somethin candy coated, crawlin' like a caterpillar
I'm tippin' on them fo's, I'm jammin' on that Screw
I'm lookin' for them hoes, baby, what it do?
Drive slow, homie
Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes (drive slow, homie)
If you ridin' around the city with nowhere to go (drive slow, homie)
Live today 'cause tomorrow man, you never know
You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie
My car's like the movie, my car's like the crib
I got mo' TV's in here than where I live
And that don't make no sense, but baby, I'm the shit
And everything I flip, you know it's somethin' serious
I got the custom grill, I got the Brabus rims
I got the baller genetics, baby, it's evident
You see a player flickin', and how you ain't convinced?
That you should go on and kiss it, "Just a Lil Bit" (just a lil' bit)
I got my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain
My canaries is gleamin' through my angel wings
They see me, hoes actin' like they seen a king
With that mean lean, smokin' on that finest Cali green
My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin' on Vogues
My cylinder quiet like tip-toes
I sold O's, and this I know
When you see them hoes, lil' homie, drive slow
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Yeah
B-boom, b-boom-boom
Drive slow, homie
Drive slow, homie
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You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie
Drive slow, homie
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