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Chorus: 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 Verse 1 Kanye: My homey Mali used to stay on 29th & May One of my best friends from back in the day Down the street from Calumet a school full of Stones He nicknamed K-Rock so they will 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 in his hand 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 SongtexteAnd 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 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 to get in some draws So put me on with these homey's He said don't rush to get grown drive slow homey Drive slow Ya never know homey about these hoes homey Ya need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey Verse 2 Paul Wall: What it do I'm posted up in the parking lot my trunk wavin The candy gloss is immaculate and is simply amazing The elbows poking wide on that Candy-lac Trunk open screens on neons lit 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 caterpillar I'm tippin on those 4's I'm jammin off this screw I'm lookin for them hoes baby what it do? Chorus: 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 Verse 3 GLC: My cars like the movies my cars like the crib I got more TV's in here then where I live And it don't make no sense but baby I'm the shit And everything I flip you know its something serious 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 go and kiss it just a little bit I wear my custom kicks I got my Jesus chain My canaries is gleaming through my angel wings They see me hoes acting like they seen a king With that mean lean smoking on that 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 Aus Songtexte Mania