Drive Slow (feat. Paul Wall & GLC)

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 K-Rock so they a-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 Dayton's 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 with a lil something, 16, he was stunting

Al B. Sure! **** 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'll take a Saturday and just circle the mall

They had they Lincolns and Auroras, we was hurting 'em all

With the girls, a lotta flirting involved

But, dawg, fuck all that flirting, 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, 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 fours crawling?

You see them screens falling?

The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm balling

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

Riding 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 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 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 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 and kiss it, just a lil bit

I'm wearing my custom Kings, I got my Jesus chain

My canaries is gleaming through my angel wings

They see me, hoes acting like they seen a king

With that mean lean, smoking on that finest Cali green

My woodgrain oak, I'm riding on Vogue's

My cylinder quiet, like tip-toes

I sold Os and this I know

When you see them hoes, lil homie, drive slow, drive slow

Yeah

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

Drive slow, homie