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 this mentor from his datin'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'd he get the cash the day his father passed away? Left him with a little something, 16, he was stuntin' I'll be sure, nigga, with the hair all wavy Hit Lakeshore, girls go all crazy Hit the freeway, go at least about 80 Bonesome mustache, 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 version of 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'd take a Saturday and just circle the mall They had their Lincolns and Auroras, we was hurtin' em all With the girls, a lot of flirtin' involved But dawg, fuck all that flirtin', I'm tryna get in some draws So, put me on with these hoes, homie He told me, don't rust it, 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 The Mel-Bow's pokin' wide on their candy-lacked trunk Open screens, I'm on Neon's Nick with Fifth Relax I'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies Allow me to introduce you to my Sierra Mercedes It's a star-studded event when I valet park Open up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the dark You see them foes crawlin', you see them screens fallin' The disco ball in my mouth, insinuates I'm I'm leanin' on the switch, sittin' crooked in my slab But I could still catch poppers if I drove a cab A young Houston hard hitter, all about the Skrilla Ridin' some candy-coated crawlin' like a caterpillar I'm tippin' on them foes, I'm jammin' on this group 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're ridin' around the city with nowhere to go Drive slow, homie, live today, cuz 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 more TVs in here than where I live And I don't make no sense, but, baby, I'm the shit In everything I flick, you know what some see is I got the custom grill, I got the Bravis rims I got the ball of genetics, baby, this evidence You see a player flickin' and how you ain't convinced That you should go on kissin' just a little bit I'm wearin' my custom kings, I got my Jesus chain My canaries is gleamin' through my angel wings They see me hoes actin' like they seen a king With that main lean smokin' on that finest Cali green My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin' on vogues My cylinder quiet like tiptoes I sold O's, and this I know, when you see them hoes Look, homie, drive slow, drive slow Drive slow, homie Drive slow, homie Drive slow, homie Drive slow, homie Drive slow, homie Drive slow, homie Drive slow, homie You never know, homie Run me some hoes, homie You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie Drive slow, homie