Drive Slow (feat. Paul Wall & GLC)

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, 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 wit' 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 he get the cash the day his father passed away?

Left him wit' a lil' somethin', 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'd take a Saturday and just circle the mall

They had the Lincolns and Auroras, we was hurtin' 'em all

Wit' 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

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 parkin' lot, my trunk wavin'

The candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazin'

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 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 fo'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' 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 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" (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

Yeah

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

Drive slow, homie