Drive Slow

Drive slow homey Drive slow homey Ya never know homey might meet some hoes homey Ya need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey My homey Mali used to stay 29th and May One of my best friends from back in the day Down the street form Calumet a school full of stones He nicknamed me K Rock so they'd leave me alone Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off Walk 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 Alesis he had dreams of Caprice's Drove by the teachers even more by police's How he get that cash today his father passed away Left him with a little somthin 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 were the Chi town version of Baby And I was just 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 amost signed when the shit got cracked We'll take a Saturday and just circle the mall They had the Lincoln's and Aurora's we were hurting them all And there was a lot of flirting involved But dawg fuck all that flirting I'm trying get in some draws So put me on with these hoes homey's He said don't rush to get grown drive slow homey Drive slow homie Drive slow Ya never know homey about these hoes homey Ya need to pump your breaks and drive slow homey What It do I'm posted up in the parking lot my trunk wavin' The candy gloss is immaculate and simply amazing Them elbows poking wide on that Candy lac Trunnk open screens on neons lit with pit relax I'm on a mission for dime piece's 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 a switch sittin crooked in my slab But I could still catch boopas if I drove a cab A young Houston hard hitter all about the scrilla Riding some candy coated crawlin like a caterlippar I'm tippin on those 4's I'm jamming off this screw I'm lookin for them hoes baby what it do Drive slow homey Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes Drive slow homey If you ridin around the city with nowhere to go Drive slow homey Live today cuz tomorrow you never know Ya never know homey might meet some hoes homey Ya need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey My cars like the movies my cars like the crib I got more TV's in here then where I live make no sense but baby I'm the shit And everything I flip you know is something I got the custom grill I got the Brabus rims I got the baller genetics baby that's evident You see a player flicking and you ain't convinced That you should and kiss it just a little bit I wear my custom kicks I got my Jesus chain My canaries is gleaming though my angle wings They see me hoes acting like they seen a king With that mean lean smoking on the finest Cali green My wood grain 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 homey drive slow Drive slow homey Drive slow homey Ya never know homey might meet some hoes homey Ya need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey Drive slow homey