Kanye West Feat. Paul Wall & GLC Drive Slow Lyrics
            [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
            Drive slow, homie
            (Drive slow...)
            You never know, homie
            About these 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 B. Sure!" n____ 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 play my demo tape when the system yanked
            Felt like I was almost signed when the s___ got cranked
            We'll take a Saturday and just circle the mall
            They had the Lincolna and Aurora's- we was hurtin 'em all
            With the girls alot of flirtin involved, dog..
            f___ 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
            Drive slow, homie
            (Drive slow...)
            You never know, homie
            About these hoes homie
            You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie
        
            [Paul Wall:]
            What it do
            I'm posted up in the parking lot, my trunk wavin
            The candy gloss is immaculate, its 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 s__y 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 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 catches 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
        
            [Kanye West & (GLC):]
            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
        
            [Kanye West:]
            My car's like the movie, my car's like the crib
            I got mo TV's in here than where I live
        
            [GLC:]
            And that don't make no sense, but baby I'm the s___
            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, "just a lil bit" *echoes*
            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 *echoes*
        
            [Kanye West (Screwed & Chopped)]
            Drive slow, homie
            (Drive slow...)
            You never know, homie
            About these hoes homie
            You need to pump your brakes and 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
            Drive slow, homie
        
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