Kanye West Drive Slow Lyrics

Drive Slow Lyrics

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