Versuri 6. Drive Slow featuring Paul Wall & GLC

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, 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 dog 
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 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 catch boppers if I drove a cab 
 
A young Houston hard-hitter all about the scrilla 
Ridin' some 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 
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 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 
 
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, 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