Kanye West F/ Drive Slow Featuring Paul Wall & GLC 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
Come on

My homie Mali used to stay seventy ninth 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'll 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', sixteen he was stuntin'

l B, sure, nigga, with the hair all wavy, hit Lake shore
Girls, go all crazy, hit the freeway, goin' east-bound, 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 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 the Lincolns and Auroras, we was hurtin' 'em all

With the girls a lot of flirtin' involved, dawg
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
You never know, homie, about these hoes, homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie
Drive slow, homie

What it do, I'm posted up in the parking lot, my trunk wavin
The candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazing
Them elbows pokin' wide on that candy 'Lac
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 4'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 hard-hitter 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, 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 T.V.'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 this evidence
You see a player flickin', and how you ain't convinced

That you should go on and kiss it just a lil' bit
I wearin' my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain
My canary's 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 *echoes*

Drive slow, homie
Drive slow
You never know, homie, might meet some hoes homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie
Drive slow, homie