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 the spinner from his Dayton'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 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 to 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 Lakers and Aurora's, we was hurtin' 'em all      With the girls a lot 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"      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   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 catch boppers if I drove a cab      A young Houston hard-hitter all about the scrilla   Ridin' some 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   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      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      Yeah, 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