Drive Slow (Remix) Lyrics

Drive slow homie

Drive slow homie

You never know homie might need some 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 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'd he get the cash the day his father passed away

Left him with a little something sixteen he was stunting

Al B Sure nigga with the hair all wavy

Hit Lake Shore girls go all crazy

Hit the freeway go at least about 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'd take a Saturday and just circle the mall

They had they Lincolns and Auroras we was hurting them all

With the girls a lot of flirting involved but dog

Fuck all that flirting I'm trying 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

Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes drive slow homie

If you're riding around the city with nowhere to go drive slow homie

Live today cause tomorrow man you never know

You never know homie might need 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 on and kiss it just a little bit

I wear my custom kicks 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 Vogues

My cylinder quiet like tip toes

I sold O's and this I know

When you see them hoes little homie drive slow

Looking at life through my rearview all the problems I had

Could be seen a lot clearer after time had passed

Known for living so fast they wonder how he don't crash

With two twenty on the dash and he constantly mashing

Why don't he slow down they be constantly asking

But me and the fast lane is like metal and magnets

Now I ain't trying to say that this the way of the masses

But it's so hard to change I love this shit with a passion

Since me and C were cutting class and showing our ass

Shooting out in broad day in the middle of traffic

I remember selling crack faster than I could bag it

Just sharing my past with you shorty I ain't bragging

Me and Cap got life them other folk got blasted

Had a partner OD and after this all happened

Life the only thing that kept a pimp from crying and laughing

Then the Lord smiled on me at the end of the madness

I never thought that I would have made it this far rapping

For introducing the youth to what we now call trapping

Considered now a classic who would've imagined

Me in Milano getting models in next year's fashion

So nowadays they can call me old fashioned

But it's way too much cash to see blue lights flashing

So I guess the moral of this here class is

Life about who make it not about who make it the fastest

Drive slow homie

Drive slow

Drive slow homie

Drive slow