|
T.I. - Drive Slow [mix] lyrics
[Kanye West] 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 Daytons in his hand, keys in his hand Reason again to let you know he's the man Back when we rocked Alieses, 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 play my demo tape when the system yanked Felt like I was almost signed when the xxxx got cranked We'll take a Saturday and just circle the mall They had they Lincoln's and Aurora's, we was hurtin 'em all With the girls alot 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" [Chorus: Kanye West] Drive slow, homie (Drive slow) You never know, homie About these hoes homie You need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie [Verse 2: Paul Wall] 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 [Chorus: Kanye West (GLC)] 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 [Kanye West] My car's like the movie, my car's like the crib I got mo TV's in here than where I live [GLC] 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 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 [echoes] [Tony Williams harmony ad-libs] [T.I.] Lookin' at the life through my rearview, all the problems I had Could be seen alot clearer after time had passed Known for livin' so fast, they wonder how he don't crash With 220 on the dash, he constantly mashin' (Why don't he slow down?) They be constantly askin' But me in the fast lane is like metal and magnets Now I ain't tryna say that it's the way of the masses But it, so hard to change, I love this xxxx with a passion Since me and Sigel cuttin' classes, showin' our ass Shootin' out in broad day in the middle of traffic I remember sellin' crack faster than I could bag it A shame I ain't playin' with you shorty, I ain't braggin' Me and Cap got life, some other folk got blasted Had a partner OD'd and after this all happened It's like the only thing that kept a pimp from cryin' and laughin' And the Lord smiled on me at the end of the madness I never thought that I'd make it this far rappin' For introducin' the youth to what we now call trappin' Considered now a classic, who'da imagined? Me in Milano, gettin' models in next year's fashions So nowadays, they can call me old fashioned But it's way too much cash to see blue lights flashin' So I guess the moral of this here class is Life about who make it now not about who make it the fastest Drive slow homie Dri, uh dri slowly |
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Last added lyrics |
|---|
 Time on Earth by Crowded House |
 It Ain't What U Wear It's How U Play It by Another Bad Creation |
 Waiting for the Punchline by Extreme |
 Memory Almost Full by Paul McCartney |
 Pigeon John Is Dating Your Sister by Pigeon John |
