Lyrics Drive Slow - Kanye West, Paul Wall, GLC

Drive Slow

Drive slow homey…
Drive slow homey…
You never know homey might meet some hoes homey
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey
My homie Marty used to stay, Sunny 9th 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 the leases, 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 with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin'
Al B. Sure nigga with the hair all wavy
Hit Lakeshore 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’ll take a Saturday and just circle the mall
They had they Lakers and our Royals, we was hurtin 'em all
With the girls a lot of flirtin' involved, but Dawg
Fuck all that flirtin' I’m tryin' to get in some drawers, so
Put me on with these hoes homey
He told me don’t rush to get grown, drive slow homey
Drive slow homey…
Drive slow
You never know homey, about these hoes homey
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey
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 'llac
Trunk open, screens on, neon’s lit with 5th 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 4's, I’m jammin' on that Screw
I’m lookin' for them hoes baby what it do
Drive slow homey…
Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes
Drive slow homey…
If you ridin' around the city with nowhere to go
Drive slow homey…
Live today cause tomorrow man, you never know…
You never know homey, might meet some hoes homey
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey
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 Bravis rims
I got the baller genetics baby this evidence
You see a player flickin' and how you ain’t convinced
That you should go on and kiss it, «Just a Little' 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' homey drive slow…
Drive slow homey…
Drive slow homey…
You never know homey, might meet some hoes homey
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey
Drive slow homey