Drive Slow

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 seventy 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'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', 16, he was stuntin' "Al be sure" nigga with the hair all wavy Hit Lakeshore, girls go all crazy Hit the freeway, goin' east-bound, 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 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 but 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 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 toduce 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 TV's in here Than where I live And now I 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, 'â€Jst 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 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