♪♪ ♪ 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 Molly used to stay, 79th and 8th ♪ ♪ 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 man up from his datin's and his hand keys ♪ ♪ And 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 Lake Shore, girls go all crazy ♪ ♪ Hit the freeway, go at least about 80 ♪ ♪ Bones to mustache, someone 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' them all ♪ ♪ With the girls, a lot of flirtin' involved, but dawg ♪ ♪ Fuck all that flirtin', I'm tryin' to get in some draws, so ♪ ♪ Put me on with these hoes, homie, told me don't rush to 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 gloves is immaculate, it's simply amazing ♪ ♪ Them elbows pokin' wide on that candy-lacked trunk, open screens on ♪ ♪ Neon's liquid, feel 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 foes 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 can still catch boppers 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 says ♪ ♪ 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 and kiss it, just a little bit ♪ ♪ I wear 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, but that mean lean smokin' on that finest Cali green ♪ ♪ My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin' on Vogue's, my cylinder quiet like tiptoes, I sold O's ♪ ♪ And this I know, when you see them hoes, lil' homie, drive slow, drive slow, drive slow ♪ ♪ 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, drive slow, homie ♪