Left him with a lil' somethin', 16, he was stuntin'
He nicknamed me K-Rock so they'll leave me alone
My cylinder quiet, like tip-toes
Open up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the dark
Plus he had the spinner from his Dayton's in his hand, keys in his hand
What it do, I'm posted up in the parking lot, my trunk wavin'
You never know, homie about these hoes homie
I got mo' TV's in here than where I live
Ridin' some candy-coated crawlin' like a caterpillar
My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
I got the baller genetics baby this evidence
If you ridin' around the city with nowhere to go
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie
And everything I flip, you know it's somethin' serious
I'm leanin' on the switch, sittin' crooked in my slab
Fuck all that flirtin', I'm tryin' to get in some drawers, so
He told me, "Don't rush to get grown, drive slow homie"
With the girls a lot of flirtin' involved but dog
I sold O's, and this I know
You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie
Live today 'cause tomorrow man, you never know
Felt like I was almost signed when the shit got cranked
Put me on with these hoes homie
My car's like the movie, my car's like the crib
See back back then then if you had a car
Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes
A young Houston hard-hitter all about the scrilla
Drive slow, homie
Drive slow, homie
I used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked
It's a star-studded event when I valet park
Drive slow, homie, drive slow
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
I got the custom grill, I got the Bravis rims
When you see them hoes, lil' homie drive slow
Drive slow, homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie
Reason again to let you know he's the man
The candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazing
Drive slow, homie
Yeah, drive slow, homie, drive slow, homie
You was the Chi-Town version of Baby
Them elbows pokin' wide on that Candy-lac
My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin' on Vogues
I'm tippin' on them 4's, I'm jammin' on that Screw
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie
Songwriters: Douglas Fraser Edwards, Leonard Harris, Thomas David Richardson, W Trotter, Paul Wall, Kanye Omari West
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie
Al B. Sure nigga with the hair all wavy
They see me, hoes actin' like they seen a king
They had they Lakers and Aurora's, we was hurtin' 'em all
I'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies
You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie
The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin'
Hit Lakeshore, girls go all crazy
Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off
Boned so much that summer, even had him a baby
That you should go on and kiss it, just a lil' bit
Hit the freeway, go at least 'bout 80
I wearin' my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain
Back when we rocked the 'Leases, he had dreams of Caprices
You see them 4's crawlin', you see them screens fallin'
We'll take a Saturday and just circle the mall
And I was just a virgin, a baby
With that mean lean, smokin' on that finest Cali green
One of my best friends from back in the day
That don't make no sense, but baby I'm the shit
You see a player flickin' and how you ain't convinced
And walked around the mall with his radio face off
Drive slow, homie, drive slow, homie
How he get the cash the day his father passed away
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Allow me to introduce you to my CL Mercedes
Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones
You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie
One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy
I'm lookin' for them hoes baby, what it do
But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab
My canary's is gleamin', through my angel wings
Trunk open, screens on, neon's lit with 5th relaxed