Kanye West, Paul Wall, GLC - Drive Slow

[Chorus: Kanye West]
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.

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
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 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, 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'll take a Saturday and just circle the mall,
They had they Lincolns and Auroras, we was hurtin' ‘em all
With 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!”

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
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 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 foes 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, homie!

[Bridge:]
[GLC:]
Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes.
[Kanye West:]
Drive slow, homie.
[GLC:]
If you ridin' around the city with nowhere to go...
[Kanye West:]
Drive slow, homie.
[GLC:]
Live today ‘cause tomorrow, man, you never know.

[Chorus]

[Kanye West:]
My car's like the movie, my car's like the crib,
I got more TV's in here than where I live.

[Verse 3: GLC]
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, 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.
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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