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 Sunday nights in 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-Rox, 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 smellin' 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'd he get the cash the day his father passed away? Left him with a little somethin', sixteen, he was stuntin' I'll be sure, nigga, with the hair all wavy Hit Lakeshore, girls go all crazy Hit the freeway, go at least about 80 Bones to mustache, 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 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 *** 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, *** all that flirtin', I'm tryin' to get in some draws 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-lacked trunk Open screens, I'm on me, I'm slick with fifth relax I'm on a mission for dime pieces and sexy ladies Allow me to introduce you to my Sierra 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 could still catch poppers 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 ridin' around the city with nowhere to go Drive slow, homie Live today, custom mine, 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 *** In everything I flick, you know what some see is 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 on kissin', 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 With that main lean smokin' on that Fanta's Caligree My woodgrain oak, I'm ridin' on Vogue's My cylinder quiet like tiptoes, I so owes And this I know when you see them hoes Look, homie, drive slow, drive slow Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Yeah, uh, uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh-uh Drive slow, homie Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Drive slow, homie Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh You never know, homie Run me some holes, homie You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie Drive slow, homie