Paul Wall
Paul Wall - Drive Slow songtekst
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Drive slow homey... drive slow homey... You never know homey, might meet some hoes homey You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey My homie Marley used to stay, Sunny 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'd 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 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 eighty 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 our Royals, we was hurtin 'em all With the girls a lot of flirtin involved, but dawg Fuck all that flirtin, I'm tryin to get in some drawers, so Put me on with these hoes homey He told me don't rush to get grown, drive slow homey Drive slow homey... (drive slow) You never know homey, about these hoes homey You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey What it do; I'm posted up in the parkin lot, my trunk wavin The candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazin Them elbows pokin wide on that candy 'llac Trunk open, screens on, neon's lit with fifth 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 fo'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 hardhitter all about the scrilla Ridin somethin candy coated, crawlin like a caterpillar I'm tippin on them four's, I'm jammin on that Screw I'm lookin for them hoes baby what it do Drive slow homey... turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoes Drive slow homey... if you ridin around the city with nowhere to go Drive slow homey... live today cause tomorrow man, you never know... You never know homey, might meet some hoes homey You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey 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 That you should go on and kiss it, "Just a Lil' Bit" (just a lil' bit) I got my custom kicks, 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 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' homey drive slow Drive slow homey... drive slow homey... You never know homey, might meet some hoes homey You need to pump your brakes and drive slow homey Drive slow homey