Kanye West

Kanye West - Drive Slow (T.I. Remix) lyrics

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(feat. GLC, Paul Wall, T.I.)

[Kanye West]

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 Daytons in his hand, keys in his hand

Reason again to let you know he's the man

Back when we rocked Alieses, 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 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 Lincoln's and Aurora's, we was hurtin 'em all

With the girls alot 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"

[Chorus: Kanye West]

Drive slow, homie

(Drive slow)

You never know, homie

About these hoes homie

You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie

[Verse 2: Paul Wall]

What it do?

I'm posted up in the parking lot, my trunk wavin

The candy gloss is immaculate, its 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 catches boppers if I drove a cab

A young Houston hard-hitter all about the scrilla

Ridin' somethin' 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

[Chorus: Kanye West (GLC)]

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

[Kanye West]

My car's like the movie, my car's like the crib

I got mo TV's in here than where I live

[GLC]

And 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 (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 [echoes]

[Tony Williams harmony ad-libs]

[T.I.]

Lookin' at the life through my rearview, all the problems I had

Could be seen alot clearer after time had passed

Known for livin' so fast, they wonder how he don't crash

With 220 on the dash, he constantly mashin'

(Why don't he slow down?) They be constantly askin'

But me in the fast lane is like metal and magnets

Now I ain't tryna say that it's the way of the masses

But it, so hard to change, I love this shit with a passion

Since me and Sigel cuttin' classes, showin' our ass

Shootin' out in broad day in the middle of traffic

I remember sellin' crack faster than I could bag it

A shame I ain't playin' with you shorty, I ain't braggin'

Me and Cap got life, some other folk got blasted

Had a partner OD'd and after this all happened

It's like the only thing that kept a pimp from cryin' and laughin'

And the Lord smiled on me at the end of the madness

I never thought that I'd make it this far rappin'

For introducin' the youth to what we now call trappin'

Considered now a classic, who'da imagined?

Me in Milano, gettin' models in next year's fashions

So nowadays, they can call me old fashioned

But it's way too much cash to see blue lights flashin'

So I guess the moral of this here class is

Life about who make it now not about who make it the fastest

Drive slow homie

Dri, uh dri slowly

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