Drive Slow - Live At Abbey Road Studios

Drive slow, homie, drive slow, homie You never know, homie, about these hoes, homie You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie My homie Mali 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'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 Dayton's 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 B. Sure! nigga with the hair all wavy Hit Lakeshore, 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 Lakers and Aurora's, 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? What-what it do? What-what it do? What it-what it do? Wh-what it do? Wh-what it do? What it do? Wh-what it do? Wh-what it do? What it-what it do? Wh-what it do? Wh-what it do? Wh-what it do? (You never know, homie) Wh-what it do? Wh-what it do? Drive slow, homie, homie, homie Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes Drive slow, homie, homie, homie If you ridin' around the city with nowhere to go Drive slow, homie, homie, homie Live today 'cause tomorrow man, you never know You never know, homie, about these hoes, homie You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie Look, my car's like the movie, my car's like the crib I got mo' TV's in here than where I live That don't make no sense, but baby I'm the shit And everything I flip, you know it's somethin' serious (uh-huh) I got the custom grill (yeah), 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, 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 (now what?) 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, drive slow Drive slow, drive slow Drive slow, drive slow Drive slow, drive slow Drive slow, drive slow Drive slow, drive slow Drive slow, drive slow Drive slow, drive slow Drive slow, drive slow Drive slow, drive slow Drive slow, drive slow Drive slow, drive slow Drive slow, drive slow Drive slow, drive slow What up, y'all? That's GLC in the buildin' It's G.O.O.D. Music, baby We love Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on You know, you know I enjoy bein' here And I love doin' songs from the new album, but I gotta do a joint that, if it wasn't for this one right here I would've never made it this far Let's see if y'all remember this joint right here