Kanye West, Paul Wall, GLC - Drive Slow lyrics

Boom, b boom, b boom boom

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 Mali used to stay at 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 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' something, sixteen
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 them Lincolns and Au-rurr ras
We was hurting 'em all with the girls, a lot
Of flirting involved, but, dog
Fuck all that flirting now
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 parking lot
My trunk waving
The candy gloss is immaculate
It's simply amazing
Them elbows poking wide on that candy 'Lac
Trunk open, screens on, neons 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 fours crawling? You
See them screens falling?
The disco ball in my
Mouth insinuates I'm ballin'
I'm leaning on the switch
Sitting crooked in my slab
But I could still catch boppers
If I drove a cab
A young Houston hard-hitter
All about the scrilla
Ridin' something candy-coated
Crawling like a caterpillar
I'm tipping on them fours
I'm jamming on that Screw
I'm looking 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're riding 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 more TVs 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 something serious
I got the custom grill, I got the Brabus rims
I got the baller genetics, baby
This evidence you see a player flicking
And how you ain't convinced
That you should go on and kiss it
Just a lil' bit (Just a lil' bit)
I wear my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain
My canaries is gleaming through
My angel wings
They see me, hoes actin like they seen a king
With that mean lean
Smoking on that finest Cali green
My woodgrain oak, I'm riding on Vogues
My cylinder quiet, like tiptoes
I sold O's, and this I know
When you see them hoes, lil' homie
Drive slow

Oh, oh, hoo, hoo, hoo mm, hm
Oh, oh, ooh, hoo, ooh mm, hm
Oh, oh, ooh, hoo, ooh mm, mm, mm, mm

Yeah b boom, b boom boom
Oh, oh, hoo, hoo, hoo mm, hm
Drive slow, homie oh, oh, hoo, hoo, hoo
Mm, hm drive slow, homie
Oh, oh, hoo, hoo, hoo mm, hm
You never know, homie, might meet some hoes
Homie mm, hm
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow
Homie drive slow, homie