I got mo' TV's in here than where I live
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
My car's like the movie, my car's like the crib
Drive slow, homie
My homie Mali used to stay, 79th and May
We'll take a Saturday and just circle the mall
Hit the freeway, go at least 'bout 80
Live today 'cause tomorrow man, you never know
The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin'
You see a player flickin' and how you ain't convinced
What it do, I'm posted up in the parking lot, my trunk wavin'
Allow me to introduce you to my CL Mercedes
It's a star-studded event when I valet park
Hit Lakeshore, girls go all crazy
Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes
I got the baller genetics baby this evidence
Boned so much that summer, even had him a baby
He nicknamed me K-Rock so they'll leave me alone
That you should go on and kiss it, just a lil' bit
And I was just a virgin, a baby
Yeah, drive slow, homie, drive slow, homie
Left him with a lil' somethin', 16, he was stuntin'
See back back then then if you had a car
You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie
You see them 4's crawlin', you see them screens fallin'
Back when we rocked the 'Leases, he had dreams of Caprices
Plus he had the spinner from his Dayton's in his hand, keys in his hand
Drive slow, homie, drive slow
Al B. Sure nigga with the hair all wavy
They see me, hoes actin' like they seen a king
Drive slow, homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie
One of the reasons I looked up to him crazy
I'm tippin' on them 4's, I'm jammin' on that Screw
I'm leanin' on the switch, sittin' crooked in my slab
Trunk open, screens on, neon's lit with 5th relaxed
My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin' on Vogues
With the girls a lot of flirtin' involved but dog
And walked around the mall with his radio face off
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie
Fuck all that flirtin', I'm tryin' to get in some drawers, so
Put me on with these hoes homie
A young Houston hard-hitter all about the scrilla
If you ridin' around the city with nowhere to go
When you see them hoes, lil' homie drive slow
Them elbows pokin' wide on that Candy-lac
But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab
I'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies
I used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked
I sold O's, and this I know
I'm lookin' for them hoes baby, what it do
You never know, homie about these hoes homie
Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie
I got the custom grill, I got the Bravis rims
You never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homie
I wearin' my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chain
Reason again to let you know he's the man
You was the Chi-Town version of Baby
Open up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the dark
With that mean lean, smokin' on that finest Cali green
Drive slow, homie
You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie
How he get the cash the day his father passed away
Felt like I was almost signed when the shit got cranked
And everything I flip, you know it's somethin' serious
He told me, "Don't rush to get grown, drive slow homie"
They had they Lakers and Aurora's, we was hurtin' 'em all
Ridin' some candy-coated crawlin' like a caterpillar
My canary's is gleamin', through my angel wings
One of my best friends from back in the day
Down the street from Calumet, a school full of stones
The candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazing
My cylinder quiet, like tip-toes
That don't make no sense, but baby I'm the shit
