Kanye West Drive Slow featuring Paul Wall & GLC LRC歌詞

Kanye West - Drive Slow featuring Paul Wall & GLC

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
seventy 9th 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 the 'Leases, he had dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How he get the cash the day his father pa*sed 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 the Lincolna and Aurora's- we was hurtin 'em all
With the girls alot of flirtin involved, dog..
f**k 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"
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, 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
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

My car's like the movie, my car's like the crib
I got mo TV's in here than where I live
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
My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin on Vogues