Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones
Drive slow, homie
And now I make no sense, but baby, I'm the shit
You was the Chi-Town version of Baby
And I was just a virgin, a baby
They see me, hoes actin' like they seen a king
You see them 4's crawlin', you see them screens fallin'
The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin'
Felt like I was almost signed when the shit got cranked
Drive slow, homie
See back, back then, then if you had a car
Left him with a lil' somethin', 16, he was stuntin'
You need to pump your brakes
Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes
And drive slow, homie
About these hoes homie
What it do, I'm posted up in the parking lot, my trunk wavin'
Live today 'cause tomorrow man, you never know
Plus he had the spinner from his Daytons in his hand, keys in his hand
Hit Lakeshore, girls go all crazy
Back when we rocked the 'Leases, he had dreams of Caprices
Them elbows pokin' wide on that candy 'Lac
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Drive slow, homie
I got the custom grill, I got the Bravis rims
He told me, "Don't rush to get grown, drive slow, homie"
I'm leanin' on the switch, sittin' crooked in my slab
Trunk open, screens on, neon's lit with 5th relaxed
You need to pump your brakes
The candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazing
"Al be sure" nigga with the hair all wavy
You never know, homie
Fuck all that flirtin', I'm tryin' to get in some drawers, so
One of my best friends from back in the day
My canary's is gleamin' through my angel wings
Drive slow, homie
You never know, homie
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You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie
You see a player flickin' and how you ain't convinced
My car's like the movie
I got mo TV's in here
Open up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the dark
He nicknamed me K-Rock, so they'll leave me alone
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
Might meet some hoes homie
And drive slow, homie
I'm lookin' for them hoes, baby, what it do
Drive slow
Drive slow, homie
My cylinder quiet, like tip-toes
Reason again to let you know he's the man
Hit the freeway, goin' east-bound, 80
Might meet some hoes, homie
Drive slow, homie
It's a star-studded event when I valet park
We'll take a Saturday and just circle the mall
Drive slow, homie
And drive slow, homie
They had the Lincolns and Auroras, we was hurtin' 'em all
I sold O's, and this I know
You never know, homie
I'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies
I got the baller genetics, baby, this evidence
If you ridin' around the city with nowhere to go
I used to love play my demo tape when the system yanked
Lil' homie drive slow
Allow me to introduce you to my CL Mercedes
I wearin' my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain
How he get the cash the day his father passed away
And walked around the mall with his radio face off
My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin' on Vogues
Drive slow, homie
Drive slow, homie
You never know, homie
With that mean lean, smokin' on that finest Cali green
Than where I live
You need to pump your brakes
Ridin' somethin' candy-coated, crawlin like a caterpillar
My homie Mali used to stay seventy 9th and May
My car's like the crib
Might meet some hoes, homie
That you should go on and kiss it, '”Jst a lil' bit”
One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy
With the girls a lot of flirtin' involved but dawg,
And everything I flip, you know it's somethin' serious
Boned so much that summer, even had him a baby
Put me on with these hoes, homie
A young Houston hard-hitter, all about the scrilla
When you see them hoes
But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab
I'm tippin' on them 4's, I'm jammin' on that Screw
Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off