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Drive Slow (Remix)

[Hook: Kanye West]Drive slow, homieDrive slow, homieYou never know, homie, might meet some hoes, homieYou need to pump your brakes and drive slow, homie

[Verse 1: Kanye West]My homie Marley used to stay at 79th and MayOne of my best friends from back in the dayDown the street from Calumet, a school for the StonesHe nicknamed me K-Rock so they would leave me aloneBulls jacket with his hat broke way offAnd walked around the mall with his radio face offPlus he had the spinner from his Daytons in his handKeys in his hand, reason again to let you know he's the manBack when we rocked Ellesses, he had dreams of CapricesDrove by the teachers, even more by policesHow'd he get the cash? The day his father passed awayLeft him with a lil' somethin, 16 he was stuntin'Al B. Sure nigga with the hair all wavyHit Lake Shore, girls go all crazyHit the freeway, go at least 'bout eightyBoned so much that summer, even had him a babySee back-back then-then, if you had a carYou was the Chi-Town version of BabyAnd I was just a virgin, a babyOne of the reasons I looked up to him crazyI used to love to play my demo tape when the system yankedFelt like I was almost signed when the shit got crankedWe'd take a Saturday and just circle the mallThey had they Lincolns and Auroras, we was hurtin 'em allWith the girls a lot of flirtin' involved, but dogFuck all that flirtin', I'm tryin' to get in some drawersSo put me on with these hoes, homieHe told me don't rush to get grown, drive slow, homie

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Paul Wall]What it do? I'm posted up in the parking lot, my trunk wavingThe candy gloss is immaculate, it's simply amazingThem elbows pokin' wide on that candy 'LacTrunk open, screens on, neons lit with fifth relaxedI'm on a mission for dime-pieces and sexy ladiesAllow me to introduce you to my CL MercedesIt's a star-studded event when I valet parkOpen up my mouth and sunlight illuminates the darkYou see them fours crawling? You see them screens falling?The disco ball in my mouth insinuates I'm ballin'I'm leaning on the switch, sitting crooked in my slabBut I could still catch boppers if I drove a cabA young Houston hardhitter all about the scrillaRidin' something candy coated, crawling like a caterpillarI'm tipping on them fours, I'm jamming on that ScrewI'm looking for them hoes, baby, what it do? Drive slow, homie

[Interlude: GLC]Turn your hazard lights on when you see them hoesIf you're riding around the city with nowhere to goLive today, cause tomorrow, man, you never know

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[Bridge: Kanye West]My car's like the movie, my car's like the cribI got more TVs in here than where I live

[Verse 3: GLC]And that don't make no sense, but baby, I'm the shitAnd everything I flip, you know it's something seriousI got the custom grill, I got the Brabus rimsI got the baller genetics, baby, this evidenceYou see a player flicking, and how you ain't convincedThat you should go on and kiss it, just a lil bit (just a lil bit)I got my custom kicks, I got my Jesus chainMy canaries is gleamin' through my angel wingsThey see me, hoes actin like they seen a kingWith that mean lean, smoking on that finest Cali greenMy woodgrain oak, I'm ridin on VoguesMy cylinder quiet, like tip-toesI sold O's, and this I knowWhen you see them hoes, lil' homie, drive slow

[T.I.]Looking at life through my rearview, all the problems I hadCould be seen a lot clearer after time had passedKnown for living so fast, they wonder how he don't crashWith 220 on the dash, he constantly mashing"Why don't he slow down?" they be constantly askingBut me in the fast lane is like metal and magnetsNow I ain't trying to say that it's the way of the massesBut it's so hard to change, I love this shit with a passionSince me and Sigel cutting classes, showing our assShooting out in broad day in the middle of trafficI remember selling crack faster than I could bag itJust sharing my past with you shawty, I ain't braggingMe and Cap got life, some other folk got blastedHad a partner O.D. and after this all happenedIt's like the only thing that kept a pimp from crying is laughingAnd the Lord smiled on me at the end of the madnessI never thought that I'd make it this far rappingFor introducing the youth to what we now call "trappin'"Considered now a classic, who'd have imagined?Me in Milano getting models in next year's fashionsSo nowadays, they can call me old-fashionedBut it's way too much cash to see blue lights flashingSo I guess the moral of this here class is:Life about who make it now, not about who make it the fastest

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